A Glory Moment

I opened the blinds in an upstairs window this morning
and my eyes were filled with glory. Plain houses, across
the lake and hidden by the trees, were reflected as
shimmering gold on the lake under a dawn sky. A
Cormorant (A large duck whose name means "Sea Crow"
and who puts his wings out toward the sun to dry) caught
a fish and I watched in wonder as he smacked it on the
water a few times and then swallowed it whole. In the
midst of the drama, I heard a familiar cry, and saw the
resident Kingfisher, fly low. Was God showing off? Was
this all for me? Would He really orchestrate such delight
for an audience of one?