On Wednesday, I
threatened warned promised mentioned that I might share more of the photos Maddie and I have collected as the weather has turned warmer. I’m giving Maddie some of the credit, because she really has been patient with me. She loves to walk. Every now and then, as we’re waking, she stops, turns, stands up and gives me a kiss. She has the happiest look on her face, and we figure it can’t mean anything other than “thank you, thank you, thank you, we’re walking, I love walking, do you know I love walking? Thank you!”
So, when I stop periodically to take a picture, she doesn’t understand. When I stop to take a picture of a bird, or a squirrel, she really must think I’ve lost it. She gives me that: “you know, that’s supposed to be dinner” look. As if we could dine on roast Sparrow. I do know people who eat squirrel, but I’ll leave that story for a different day.
Anyway, a word of warning to the birders and nature photographers that follow me – you know who you are – these are not the kind of photos you might expect from a “birding” excursion. Then again, I wouldn’t want John chasing me off the beach. These are just the random, Chickadees, Sparrows, Blue Jays, Morning Doves, Rockin’ Robin, Slow Joe Crow, a black bird I don’t recognize, a few squirrels, a black squirrel, and, of course, one more photo of Brownie Bun-Bun. Credit my wife and Mary for that name. It was a team effort.
I’ve described all the photos in the gallery, so I won’t bore you with too much stuff here. I will mention that Maddie and I typically walk a couple of blocks to Veteran’s Park. Then we walk back behind the ball fields and then up a path by a stand of trees. Then we head home. Across the street from Veteran’s Park is a Family Park, but we call that “Mitzi’s Park” because our first Irish Setter loved to go there.
As Rodney Dangerfield would say (and Maddie would concur): “let’s go, while we’re young.”