If you look closely, on the right Cross piece, is perched a KingFisher. A beautiful bird If you have a chance to look him up.

Oh, he just dive bombed into the pond! Sploosh. And now with swift strong wings returns to his watchful position on the Cross. And here comes that shrill “chrrrrr” of satisfaction from the first course of his breakfast.

Now that the morning fog has been burned away with the hot August sun, you can see his perfect reflection in the water, too.

I love watching the KingFisher. The first time I saw him sitting at the top of the cross brought tears to my eyes, with the little nudging reminder that it was from where the King of kings gave His life in the process of being a Fisher of men.

A quiet little drama that is played out day after day here in the quietness of the mountains at WaterBrooks.

I hope someday you can come watch it for yourself!