When I visited Lake Temescal park in January, I saw several Black-crowned Night Herons perched along the shore. The juveniles fledged long ago and probably left this small lake, so only a couple of adults remain.
One of the saddest things I had to do in the months following my stroke was to give up our Edinburgh allotment. I simply did not have the strength and energy to maintain a garden, and since then I have rather missed growing things. 260 more words