When I arrive at Fair Oaks bridge, the sun has yet to rise over distant trees on the opposite shore of the American River. I focus my attention on the river landscape and notice so many different habitats for wildlife here. The roosters are the most obvious – they are always the loudest! I have seen Great Blue Herons on the river, Egrets, Canada Geese and a wide variety of ducks. I saw an owl one time and river otters occasionally. Trees, fallen logs, shrubs, and the island farther upstream are excellent hiding places. The river itself, now more shallow than it has been in a long while, creates homes too. The bridge is also home to bats hidden underneath in specially formed concrete slots.Read more
On a day predicted to be 104 or above, morning on the river is cool and quiet.
Butterflies dance in the air. Birds twitter – oh eeee, oh eeee. Cyclists whizz by. Water rushes with rapids forming white caps as they roll over rocks. Hot sun already shines bright. Water glistens with its sunny reflection.
Lizards greet the morning with pushups. Flexing their legs. Watching me. Slinking away.
Today I enjoy the stillness of the river. Duck rest on a distant island. Views of the river channel as seen through a spider web. Two pigeons rest on the bridge frame. Others approach the bridge, sitting for two seconds on a cement pillar. A single Canada goose honks. Cyclist headlights flash as they approach the bridge. Bikes rumble as they cross.
Today Canada Geese are in no hurry, relaxing in the warm sun. They swim peacefully through the river toward the boat launch ramp. Tomorrow I will bring more grapes to feed them.
The cars on the Sunrise Blvd. bridge slow to a crawl. Birds fly above my head. Cloudless sky. The hot sun melted them away.
Cool breeze refreshes my skin as I ride. I feel hot and sticky skin standing in one place. Runners, walkers, cyclists arrive early to enjoy the day before it sizzles.
I look west from my front door and WOW! A rare sunrise glowing orange through clouds at 620 am.
I leave the house quickly and drive toward the sunrise. The dark sky is a blanket of deep gray clouds and shades of orange. I hurry to the Fair Oaks Bridge to catch the sunrise and hear the lone chicken singing from its tree on Bridge Street.
Village chickens greet me with a rousing symphony this morning. So many awake and singing early.
I shoot a dozen pictures to capture the changing light as the sky brightens. I stand and watch the sky change as the sun slowly rises over distant trees. The clouds turn to gray and then white as vibrant colors shift and fade. Two women cross the bridge quietly holding flashlights. Then I am alone to treasure the colors of morning light with the fisherman below. Three boats sit on the east side and two on the west. The sun I still rising and hidden by long blankets of heavy, dense clouds.Read more