Even in such a short time, life has begun to return to the river. A couple of days ago, I spotted the first dragonfly of the year.
The next day, there was a hopeful egret fishing on the riverbank.
He spotted me quickly, and stretched his neck to examine me more closely.
I don’t think there is a living creature as snowy white as an egret. I wish I could have caught him a moment later, when he took off.
As long as there is water down there, the creatures will continue to come back. I wish I thought it would be around longer, but at least we’re getting some recharge, and the burned-out trees are getting a drink.
And the dogs are having a wonderful time. There are little piles of sand all over the house again, marking where a wet dog dried out. It’s a good thing we have a powerful vacuum cleaner.