Last Tuesday, the traffic on the interstate was unusually heavy. With road rage closing in on me I made a quick decision to exit the highway for a less traveled route. It took only one deep breath and a Roseate Spoonbill to know I had made the right choice. There for my private viewing she waded elegantly in the shallow water by the roadside. Without a car in sight I turned my wheel, circled around and stopped to do some serious bird watching and sketching. With dusk approaching it was time for me to move on feeling grateful for the calming effect of nature, a bird and the back road home.