John Heinz Wildlife Refuge / by Joanna Nowak

The days are shorter and our opportunity to spend time outdoors is limited. Lillian, her son Bennett and I travelled a bit outside of the city to the John Heinz Wildlife Refuge, a small oasis crammed between the city and the airport. With the distant sound of cars buzzing on I-95, we strolled down one of the well-maintained trails in the preserve. We saw dozens of Great Blue Heron, paper-white swans, a pair of Downy Woodpeckers and a few American Coot. The birds bathed and fished in the reflective pools as the late-fall sunset lit up the sky in radiant oranges and warm pinks. A brightly painted horizon split the landscape into fire and coal. Casted long shadows crawled across the frosty earth, creating cover for evening hunters. 

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