congregating:
ducks, geese, and the great heron
sharing the word
It was Sunday morning. Perched on the branch of a very large tree overhanging the Wissahickon Creek, we spotted the great heron. Like a pastor in the pulpit, the heron was silently gazing out over the congregation of wild birds passing through as they leisurely paddled by along the icy waters. First the ducks, three green-headed males with a single female, all followed by a few small groups of geese with black heads and white cheeks as their long necks swiveled to look around here and there. Several of the geese lingered there slowly circling just under the heron. Were they listening to this week’s sermon, I wonder.
