I finally hauled myself out of bed early this morning for a short walk at Paintsville Lake. It was quiet and beautiful, with the early morning light, calm water, woods, and fog. Beauty, like Art, like Literature, like God, is a mystery, and one that we should strive, not necessarily to understand, but simply to appreciate and experience. And, of course, if we have a camera handy. . .
I was walking to my shed when I spotted this guy, roughly the size of a crow, pecking on a stump on my hill. I went back in and got my camera. He let me slip up to about fifteen feet before he took off.