The Gathering #1 Falcon they flew to their communal

they flew to their communal roosting site in a grove of tall cypress trees

a silent serenade to the land and sea that had nurtured it

the Cardinal had nested in the lush forests that adorned the majestic Clinch Mountain

sharing its secrets

The April snow brought the return of the four crows

The Gathering #1 Falcon they flew to their communal"As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the coastal marshes, a gathering of Egrets unfolded. It was a post high tide ritual passed down through generations. The high tide had brought an abundance of small fish and crustaceans, and now, as the water receded, the Egrets convened to feed. But a sense of urgency filled the air. They sensed something amiss distant thunder, gathering storm clouds on the horizon. A winter storm