Went out late in the afternoon to get in my four miles. I overdressed slightly, but, with only four to run I wasn't too concerned. It's hard to dress appropriately when it's 49 degrees, drizzling, and windy. The miles were going fine. The fields had dried up a lot since I last ran.
Right near my last stretch by the river, I was severely scolded by a King Fisher. I don't think I'd ever heard one before. It really let me have it!
Hmnnn...I have these funny visions in my head of being scolded by a bird.....like you were interfearing with it's life by running past?
ReplyDeleteI love Kingfishers! Must have a nest nearby. Cool :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure Danielle nailed it. It was probably nesting nearby.
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