How lucky can one elderly woman get? Yesterday, I hiked up the easy way to the pond and lake in Rockville Hills Park, starting at 9:30 am with a friend’s three children in tow ages 3, 7, and 8. Such eager beavers they were: ready to learn, and not a cranky time was had. The day was perfect, the path not too muddy, the birds visible, and the flowers plentiful. At the small pond we enjoyed watching a Great Egret with its huge black legs and feet, sneak up on some morsel in the water and gulp it down. A pair of Mallards had taken up residency. A Red Tailed Hawk soared overhead, and a Black Phoebe fluttered out and back from a near-by tree limb catching insects.
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