Turkey vultures circled. Hovering. Lofting. Presumably searching for supper. The only quandary was that this was mid-afternoon. The red tail hawks’ screeching declarations went eerily silent. A perceptible shift in energy flowed like an aerial tsunami while songbirds, as if on choirmaster cue, began to quiet one overture at a time until one stray Nightingale chirped its twilight solo and then silenced. Peepers began their evening acapella, brief yet harmonious. Darkness — cavernous, satiating, silent, and all-encompassing — settled into the depths of Deer Haven Park.
As with any new DHP adventure, concepts begin with a suggestion, are festooned with heart and soul, and infused with a bit of the unexpected. The recipe often pleasantly reaches fruition as an amazing visitor experience.
Speak to any DHP staff or volunteer, however, and they will honestly share that no matter how much military, land, or wildlife history is shared, nothing compares to the happenstance and culmination of the park’s abundant nature and wildlife. Undeniably, once traversing the park’s threshold, after........