It has been almost a month that my left knee has been bound in a brace. This was to help heal the tear in my meniscus. That brace came off last week and slowly I flexed my left knee to see if the pain was gone. It was. But paranoia had crept in. For good reason if I may say so. For a while early in June I thought my knee was ok since I no longer grimace whenever I walk. So I went birding and walked a lot all the while carrying my hefty gear. Which resulted in the said tear in my knee cartilege.
When the brace came off last week I walked as if my knee was still bound by metal rods. One day later, Gathering all my bravado, I tried walking. No pain! Then I tried driving our car. No Pain! A Saturday filled with social appointments and a Sunday devoted to church confirmed that I am now able to walk, albeit slowly, and drive thru the chaos known as Manila traffic.
Monday and my wife knew I have to go birding. We chose a nature park not that far from where we live. It was already late when we got there (we woke up a little bit later than usual) so we were not keeping our hopes that high. At the lake we got lucky as a White-breasted Waterhen showed up briefly. Minutes passed as we stood sweltering in the mid-morning sun. All we were seeing were the ubiquituous Eurasian Tree Sparrows. Then something brownish flew into the reed-like plants across from where we were standing. Yellow Bittern! It is a common bird but difficult to observe because of its skulking habit, as most bitterns are wont to do.
And then it skulked.
By now my shirt has already been drenched by the copious sweat that seemed to flow from every pore of my skin. Cynthia asked if my birding itch had been satisfied. I confirmed that it was. That bittern was just the medicine I needed I told her.
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