Blue Hills Wetlands (Part 5)

Up early today, got a little human that cries when she is hungry to ensure of that. Tried to find some wildlife again but all the waterfowl seemed to have migrated to a better breakfast hall. Todays blip reminds me of the Robert Frost Poem:

The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Thanks for your kind comments ands critiques yesterday, feel free to do the same again today. I hope you enjoy.