Boat Trip!

Posted on October 21, 2019 by Linda Schaub

Last year I took a two-hour riverboat trip on the E.V. Clinton out of Lake Erie Metropark.  It was a “discovery cruise” designed to combine a boat trip with a learning experience and was entitled “Eagle’s Eye Nature Cruise” and I really enjoyed it.  You can read my post about the trip here if you would like.

On that cruise, we explored Lake Erie and part of the Detroit River to check out eagles and eagles’ nests.  So, as a past Summer Discovery Cruises “cruiser” I was e-mailed information about a brand-new Fall cruise being offered by Lake Erie Metropark with a similar destination.

Well, I jumped at the chance to sail again and check out the Fall foliage and be part of the raptor migration for which Lake Erie Metropark is renowned.  Most Fall weekends at this venue, you will see photographers with long lenses, or folks with high-power binoculars, watching the skies for a myriad of raptors which fly over the boat launch area from September through November.  There are so many raptors that are in this annual migration, that they keep score of the totals and their species.

So I made a reservation the same date I got the e-mail, August 22nd. 

Though we had spectacular weather two weeks ago, this past week’s weather has been a bit of a dud.  We dipped to near freezing two mornings and had extremely high winds.  I felt like a tumbleweed as I did my laps around Council Point Park. On the other side of the Mitten State, the gales of November came early, with 13-foot waves crashing about and knocking back 20 feet of the Sand Dunes.

I had already decided that if the winds did not subside, I was not going on this boat trip – no way.  I don’t know how to swim!  Luckily, the winds were calm for the 10:00 a.m. trip, but it was cold when I left the house at 9:00 a.m. as you see below.

I debated what to wear as the day would eventually warm up and I wanted to spend the afternoon walking around Lake Erie Metropark post-boat trip.  On the other hand, I wanted to sit in the stern where it was all open to take photos without being obstructed by windows.  Do I take along another coat or a hoodie? Honestly, I fretted more than a teenager getting ready for prom night, but finally settled on a Winter coat, wool hat and my fingerless gloves with the flip-back mittens for taking photos.

I arrived at the marina early enough to get a few pictures of the calm water and the remaining boats which were not shrink-wrapped or out of the water for the Winter season.  It was picturesque and still.

We assembled at the dock while the crew was still squeegeeing the boat’s windows from the heavy dew which you see glistening on the grass at the marina.

We got on the boat at about 10:15, allowing for one passenger who arrived late – Carol was teased by the crew and passengers mercilessly, but it was all in good fun.  We walked up the metal gangplank, which swayed slightly, then each of us were given a hand and helped aboard by Captain Joe, who was also our Captain on the last cruise.  After we were seated, Captain Joe pointed to the life jackets stowed above and said “you won’t  need them but here they are” and also asked that we not all sit on one side during the trip as the boat would list to one side.  Then he added “oh, and by the way – no Titanic poses on the bow either, okay?”

As we pulled out of the marina and up a narrow passage into Lake Erie, the foliage colors we left behind were jewel toned and spectacular along the shoreline.

We were humming along, churning up the water from my vantage point in the stern.  Occasionally, fishermen standing up in their boats would give us a friendly wave.

As we glided on, the Fermi 2 Nuclear Power Plant was in the distance, easy to locate from the plumes rising out of the twin 400-foot towers.

The blue skies belied the fact that it was really late October, and, if not for the chilly morning, it could have been a mid-Summer cruise as we went past the Grosse Ile Yacht Club.

Our interpretive guide was Paul Cypher.  I’ve had Paul for some trail tours in the past, and his interpretive lectures are very thorough. He has worked in the Metroparks system for 25 years.  This is a picture of Paul as he was doing show-and-tell with an Ovenbird.  (This is a small, brown-speckled songbird in the Warbler family, not a turkey by the way.)  The duck decoy on the wall is a Canvasback duck.  In the background is Captain Joe in the wheelhouse demonstrating “look Ma – no hands” for a split second as he turned the wheel loose.  (No, the boat did not run away from the Captain.)

We learned about the migration of the Monarch butterflies to Mexico, and, if we didn’t blink, we could have seen two Monarch butterflies that flitted right past the boat.  These beauties should have donned their long underwear on this cold morning.  We saw photos on how to distinguish male and female Monarchs and a photo of them swarming together.

Though it is smack dab in the middle of migration, we only saw Turkey Vultures. Paul said there were thousands of them migrating through.  I saw a few far away, but didn’t take any photos of them.

It is always exciting to see freighters on the Great Lakes and most times, if you’re down near the Detroit River, from April through November lay-up, you’ll see a few if you’re lucky.  So, we were very lucky and saw three while “at sea” Saturday.  Paul had an app on his phone and was able to tell us the specifications about the freighters we saw.  We were really impressed with the MV Saginaw, which sails under the flag of Canada.   It is 639 feet (194.84 meters) long and carries up to 20,200 tons.  Here are two photos showing the bow and the stern.

We watched as she slowly disappeared from the area we had shared only moments before.

Here is another freighter on the horizon.

The cruise was over by 12:15 p.m. and I headed three miles down the road to Lake Erie Metropark where I spent the afternoon getting my steps in at that venue.  Peak leaf peeping here in Southeast Michigan is another two weeks away this year.  So, just like the shoreline, the trees were not totally vibrant colors yet, just the occasional pinky-red or yellow-orange leaf was scattered along the trail, but the trails were dry, which was welcome as the Cherry Island Trail was quite muddy and soggy the last time I visited from our incessant rains earlier this year.  I will write about my marsh meander in a separate post.

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Happy Sweetest Day!

Posted on October 19, 2019 by Linda Schaub

Everyone should have someone who looks at them with adoring eyes.  If you’ve been following this blog for over a year, you’ll recognize this picture from last Sweetest Day … yes, I could not help myself and had to use it again.

I’ve got a few new squirrel photos to share though, and, on a lark, I decided to use some of these fun photos with Parker’s input for this Sweetest Day post.  After all, the title of this blog suggests “whimsy” right?

Now, I know Sweetest Day is not celebrated everywhere – just a handful of states across the U.S., not in Canada,  not overseas and basically, it’s a Hallmark holiday that’s guaranteed to get you into the store for an expensive card, or to buy chocolate or flowers … but all these trappings really aren’t necessary.   Spending time with your significant other, growing together, never apart and reaching the golden years is the best testament to a perfect relationship.

At the risk of getting too schmaltzy, I promised Parker he could be a guest blogger today for Sweetest Day (but only if he asked first, which he did).  So here goes nuttin’, er … nothing.

What Sweetest Day Is All About. – By Parker the Squirrel

First of all, I’m a one-girl squirrel. 

Sure, Linda and I have a special relationship, but nothing like what I have with the little woman, a/k/a my mate.  We’ve been together for a few years now. Linda understands completely how she ranks in my world.

When I first saw my main squeeze Penelope – yikes, it was like a thunderbolt hit!

I was awestruck by Penelope’s beauty … such delicate ears, soft whiskers and big dark eyes.  I knew right then and there, she was the girl squirrel for me.

She gave me a second glance and my heart just soared.

Penelope made me giddy just to be in her presence.

I was at a loss for words sometimes when she batted those eyelashes and oh, those big brown eyes.

I went and introduced myself before she was “taken” by one of my buddies.

Man, I was just smitten. I even shared some of my choke berries with her – they are just delightful and my favorite treat (besides peanuts of course).

We played hide-and-go seek and I chased her up a few trees and wore her out – she was breathless (of course, I’ve always had that effect on people to be honest). 

Even I was worn out and I always have lots of energy.

Then I invited her to go nuttin’ with me. I wanted to show her what a good provider I was by scoping out peanuts. I knew she was impressed.

But, I felt the need to impress her more … hmm, what to do?  Hang upside down by my feet, now that was a good idea.   Anything to grab her attention.

But no, I decided I’m not a gimmicky kind of guy, so I played it cool and just asked her to be my mate on bended knee(s). Girl squirrels like it when you get all mushy and sentimental.

She said yes! I was over the moon.

Once you’re an item, you can relax a bit.  Hang out with your friends sometimes … you don’t have to sit in the nest on each other’s tail for goodness sake – a little space apart is okay.

Soon the kids arrive and the years becomes a blur. If you’re smart, you never stray far from the nest. And you simply must have the occasional “date night” to keep your relationship fun and lively, especially with the youngsters around. For our “date night” we love to play hide-and-seek.

So that’s how it’s done mates … enduring love; no seven-year itch for me. Well maybe once when I got a bad case of “the mange”.

Sure, there are gray days, but there are sunny days too and they outnumber the gray days. These are the times when you go roaming around the Park, oblivious to the rest of the world, just the two of you. Love at its finest.

And when you get a little older, sure you can’t climb the highest tree at the speed of sound, and occasionally you make a misstep and fall off a low branch and fall on your noggin, but it’s all good.

And you know what else? Even though you wake up with bed head and spikey-looking fur sometimes, or your formerly slim physique may have packed on a few too many ounces (blame that on Linda with her M&Ms, Nutter Butters and peanut butter sammies she used to feed us all the time), love handles ARE acceptable because she looks the same … ya, you’re both fat and sassy! Tee hee!

To the world you may be one person;

but to one person you may be the world. ~ Dr. Seuss

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They say it’s your birthday!

Posted on October 17, 2019 by Linda Schaub

I have to pause, amidst the miscellaneous and sundry squirrel posts, to duly honor my favorite nature nook. Council Point Park turns 25 years old in 2019. There will be no fanfare. No cake and ice cream. Not even balloons; that’s okay, balloons are bad for wildlife. But I did write the City and say “hey, did you know this little gem parked right in the middle of our City is turning a quarter of a century old this year?” I got a nice response to my query – no, they didn’t know about that significant date, so they’ll include that tidbit in Lincoln Park’s quarterly publication “Happenings” that appears in the mail and online.

Though I never discovered Council Point Park until the Spring of 2013, when I first began exploring this venue, I learned from the sign in the photo below, the Park was established in 1994; hmm, where was I for nearly 20 years, living under a rock? I learned that the inline skating rink was dedicated to a high school classmate of mine, Dave Ward, a Lincoln Park fireman, who sadly lost his battle with cancer.

It probably seems like happenings at Council Point Park revolve only around the squirrels, but that’s not true. I recently wrote that I missed the waterfowl which were gone for months, thanks to a thick coat of algae bloom on the Ecorse Creek, which runs parallel to the walking trail. I realized I was more fond of the geese than I thought and actually missed their bossy ways. Also MIA was Harry the Heron fishing from the cement precipice, because that landing, which is built over a huge sewer drain, was flooded since Spring with the water lapping over the cement surface … so what’s a heron to do?

But, as often happens, I no sooner launched that post, then a day or so later, I saw Harry fishing for his breakfast. As I rounded the corner, I saw him and quickly snapped his picture, then zoomed in with the camera and approached him slowly, knowing full well he’d bolt for the passageway, while making that horrid screechy noise, like I was terrorizing him or something. And, that is exactly what happened. He moved so fast, I got the passageway pic only, no Harry – he was long gone.

Well, I was bummed out about missing a great heron photo op much more than Harry, who likely was eyeing some shad for breakfast until I happened along, but soon there was the unmistakable sound of ducks quacking. How I’ve missed their raucous noise in the morning! The bushes, weeds and reeds along the Creek banks don’t give me full viewing access to where the ducks hang out, so I did my best by peering through the bushes, but there they were, paddling and quacking up a storm.

I’ve even heard and seen the Cardinals and Blue Jays again, up to their old antics, trying to outwit the squirrels and steal their peanuts right from under their respective noses.

It sure felt like Summer all last week and I savored every day as I meandered through the Park, getting my steps in and taking lots of pictures. I knew this week would be a blast back to reality and sure enough, we’ve dipped to near freezing, with bone-chilling temps and blustery winds. So last week’s weather was a real treat. The sun not only felt good on my hatless head, but the angle of the sun’s rays caused really long shadows.

Here I am, a tote bag containing a cache of peanuts hanging from my left arm and my messy bun a bit askew from the breeze. The squirrels don’t care a whit about my appearance; as long as they identify with my face, it’s all good. Check out those long legs … I am five feet nine inches tall, but look like I am on stilts! I definitely have that old-fashioned clothes peg look in this photo. Through my shadow, you can see the tiny yellow locust leaves littering the walking path and outlining the edges where asphalt meets grass. I can remember as a kid standing and laughing at these oddball shadows – it only goes to show, it’s fun to feel like a kid again.

Not to be outdone, Parker was showing off his unique physique with a little shadow play of his own.

There was much more happening than just shadows on the walking path, because I saw a Woolly Bear caterpillar. Folks who live in a four-season state may already know the legend of this caterpillar and its infamous rings. Did you know that folklore tells us that seeing a fuzzy Woolly Bear caterpillar with a wide, rusty-brown band means we will have a mild Winter? But the wider the black band on this crawling critter, the more severe the Winter. So, what do you predict from seeing this caterpillar below? The Old Farmer’s Almanac has already predicted a cold, snowy and lengthy Winter for Southeast Michigan. I hope they are wrong!

I have not seen a Woolly Bear caterpillar in a few years and was bent down examining it, when a woman walker with her little boy came over to see what I was looking at. I explained the caterpillar story, as well as the supposed prediction by the Almanac, and she wrinkled up her nose in disgust, while her youngster was pointing at this creature who was inching along rather quickly.

This encounter made me recall a few years back, when I first met my friend Ann Marie, a fellow walker, who used to frequent this Park. One morning I was examining a caterpillar and she wandered over to see what I was doing. I explained the significance of the Woolly Bear caterpillar and its rings and our upcoming Winter. It turned out the caterpillar was about half-and-half for its stripes, and it was one brutal Winter.

Even though the weather was warm and wonderful, Mother Nature was still working her Autumn magic around the Park. It’s hard to tell the real deal leaves from the silk leaves in this wreath:

A splash or a dash of red infused in the green leaves on this bush is a nice touch.

Sometimes even the plain-colored items are photo-worthy, at least in my opinion. This is a clump of milkweed seeds which I found along the path.

The brown seeds hanging from this tree are dry and brittle. On a windy day, they rattle on their stems when the breeze hits them.

Never one to pass up an occasion for a photo op and extra peanuts, behold Parker who donned his birthday hat for this momentous occasion. Since cake and ice cream are not an acceptable treat for my furry friend, he was giving me his best pleading eyes and “please feed me peanuts now” look. It worked!

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Discoveries …

Posted on October 14, 2019 by Linda Schaub

Today is not only Canadian Thanksgiving, but it is also Columbus Day. When I used to work downtown, it was a day that the bus was empty and you could sit anywhere you chose to, as so many regular bus riders had a three-day holiday. The business district was filled with various banks that were headquartered in downtown Detroit. Do you think those bank workers were paying homage to ol’ Christopher Columbus by savoring a fine Italian meal and toasting him by sipping a nice Chianti, or, … were they simply enjoying their three-day holiday?

When I was a kid growing up in Canada, I learned all about Columbus and his three ships: the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria. My history textbooks informed me he was heralded for discovering America. Many years later I learned this was a misnomer – “fake news” – in fact, Christopher Columbus never even set foot in North America let alone discover it. Details, details – who wants to muddy up the story with details, right?

But the headline to this post says “discoveries” so today we’ll focus on a cute squirrel who discovered peanuts in my backyard and provided some photo ops to share with you. In case this squirrel looks familiar, it is Grady the Gray Squirrel that I shared stories about last Fall and Winter, and early Spring as well. You first glimpsed this cutie pie in this post where he made his debut, well … his picture debut anyway.

I first “met” Grady after I tossed him some peanuts when I finished my walk one morning last Fall. My Ziploc bag was nearly empty and I shared what I had with him on the ground and he scampered over. I rarely see gray squirrels in the neighborhood or at the Park, and he was so small and a wee bit skittish. He took his peanuts “to go” and I continued feeding him when I returned from my walk the next few days. Then I ran an errand one morning and was home later … there he was, sitting on the porch waiting for me. Sucker that I am, I gave him extra peanuts, which he happily accepted and this treat became a permanent ritual. Soon, he was joined by two black squirrels, a pair of Northern Cardinals and a pair of Bluejays, all noshing on nuts on the front porch. Well, I was willing to accommodate his friends who also showed up and I watched in delight at my front door. It was all good until a big, fat Fox squirrel (the same species as Parker) came along and hogged the peanuts for himself, parking his fat butt on top of them and chasing the other squirrels into the street and not allowing the birds access either. So he ruined it for everyone … I worried Grady or the other two squirrels might get run over by a car, so it was already April and I ended the treats altogether.

So last week, Grady showed up on the sidewalk one day when I returned from walking. Because I have a soft spot in my heart for dark brown pleading eyes and a swishing tail, I gave him six peanuts and said “now keep this under your hat okay? This is between you and me.” The next day, he showed up and this time I opened the gate and made him follow me to the backyard. I looked behind me, and he was obediently tagging along. He knew from past practice it would be worth his while.

Three days running, I went to the backyard and put some peanuts there before I left on my walk. When I returned, the peanuts were gone.

Friday morning I stole into the backyard after returning from walking. It was a beautiful and warm day. Grady must have slept in as the peanuts were still there untouched.

Nope, he was just arriving … I pulled the camera out of the case and hoped for a pose. He posed nicely and I’ve never gotten him so close up as he’s very timid.

Who could resist a face so sweet and innocent and not want to spend one’s “allowance” to feed such a cute critter?

So pfft to Columbus and his discovery. Grady’s discovery made his day and mine too.

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They’re creepy and they’re kooky.

Posted on October 10, 2019 by Linda Schaub

Mysterious and spooky. They’re all together ooky … those *&^# spiderwebs that cross my path every morning!

Yep, nothing rivals stepping right into those gossamer spiderwebs that have been spun between trees or bushes overnight. Due to the angle of the sun in late September and early October mornings, you don’t always see those icky strands before walking through them. Nothing creeps me out more; how I hate those nearly invisible threads that leave me pawing and clawing the air to ensure one did not settle onto my clothes, or worse yet … in my hair! Banish that thought as I’d likely have a heart attack if that happened!

The unsettling spiders and their mysterious webs will disappear after we have had a few hard freeze events (dipping below 28 F/-2C). But, in the meantime, it’s much morning angst for me.

We are having a lovely week of weather. Mother Nature gets an “atta girl” and it makes up for the past two seasons which have been less than stellar in my opinion. It’s been fun to stroll at the Park and just enjoy the sun on my head, coat flung open and no gloves, because who knows when the crummy weather will arrive and park itself on our doorstep until next April?

Last week I had a horrifying experience with a spider and it was inside the house! Well, horrifying for me anyway. Not all of us are spider lovers like fellow blogger and macro-photographer Tom Peace. I may enjoy looking at Tom’s extreme close-ups of spiders and their kin, with their buggy eyes and hairy legs, but in my domain, they are not welcome.

Last week I was doing laundry and pulled out the lint filter to ensure there was no lint before turning on the dryer. I usually wipe it clean with the spent dryer sheet when I take the items out of the dryer, but decided to check anyway. I saw something white on the side of the plastic edge around the filter, so I nudged it with my fingernail. I thought it was just a piece of paper. Big mistake! Suddenly, a long brown leg poked out of a half-formed cocoon and a spider began to stir. Well that was an OMG moment – how did he/she get in there and was it prepared to stow away over the Winter? It might have caused a fire? I almost dropped the filter gizmo but held it far away from me as I raced upstairs for a paper towel (okay, a wad of paper towels big enough to smoosh a tarantula). I am terrified of crawling insects and I never leave the dryer open longer than needed to take out the laundry. I’ll never reach in the dryer again without wearing cotton gloves (no judgement please).

I loved the TV show “The Addams Family” as a kid, and, when I Googled around to ensure I had the exact wording to the show’s theme song for this blog post, after many decades, I amazed myself that I knew all the words and even knew when to snap my fingers to the music. Then, for a little more nostalgia, I Googled “The Munsters” theme song. Nothing to sing to – just hum along and the latter left an ear worm the rest of the day.

Homeowners have been busy decorating their abodes in harvest and Halloween themes. Today’s photos with a nod to the witchin’ season were taken on September 21st when I was at Heritage Park. It was steamy hot that day as I stood there taking pictures of the Halloween decor at the house next to the entrance to the Park.

My parting shot is a blessing for this harvest season and an early Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Canadian bloggers.

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It was weather for ducks this morning.

Posted on October 6, 2019 by Linda Schaub

The rain arrived right as I was ready to head out the door for my walk – nice timing Mother Nature! So, I had another cup of coffee and piddled around waiting for the rain to stop so I could head out. Since it was Sunday, I had some wiggle room for my walk and wasn’t just pegged into a drizzly morning trek, so I would get to stay dry. By mid-day the weather was just ducky – the sun was out and yesterday’s chill and breeze were gone. I headed out for my Sunday stroll in the ‘hood, because by mid-day the squirrels are kind of anti-social. They are not in hunting-and-gathering mode, but instead, they are back in their nests, having called it quits for the day.

I noticed a lot of people have their harvest and Halloween decor in place, but I didn’t take out the camera, as the scarecrows’ duds were a tad bedraggled from the rain and they were having a bad hair day as their straw was soggy. We do have a good week of weather ahead, so I hope to get a few squirrel shots as Council Point Park’s trees, reeds and bushes get their Autumn glow on.

I was at Heritage Park two weeks ago – it was a bright, beautiful and very hot day and by the time I left at 11:30 it was in the mid-80s. It was my last attempt at getting some photos of hummingbirds and butterflies before they head for warmer climes and I popped into the Community Gardens for one last peek as well. I’ll share those pictures in a future post, but today it is all about ducks.

Mr. and Mrs. Mallard.

As I mentioned in a recent post, I sure do miss the waterfowl at Council Point Park … I saw no ducks, geese or swans last Friday when I was there and, because I arrived fashionably late, there was no one to ask if they’d been around yet. I like going to Coan Lake at Heritage Park where the Mallards are everywhere – they are usually sleeping, preening, waddling about or paddling in this manmade lake and they are always good for a few photos. I liked this pair of Mallards who now have completed their moulting phase, so the male and female are easily distinguishable once again. Don’t they make a striking pair?

Their profile poses, in which they stood motionless for the longest time, suggested they were posing just for me; after all, I was the only human around. How I wished I had some corn or other treat to share with them, especially the longer they stayed looking like statues at the seawall. Often these Mallards plop into the water as soon as I approach them. The drake remained motionless as you see below and finally the hen pivoted around and gave me a shy glance as you see in the header image.

Birds of a feather flock together … some of the time.

I finally left my fine-feathered friends behind and moseyed to the other side of Coan Lake where I saw an interesting sight; in fact it was the first time I’d ever seen a turtle at this venue, but here were two of them, basking in the sun on some boulders, along with a female Mallard. If the Painted Turtle had not stuck out his neck, I’d have thought it was just boulders since they blended in.

They looked content, and, as I approached the trio from the other side to get some close-up photos, sunbathing seemed more important than dropping into the water for safety, so they stayed there, biding their time until I left.

I’ll be returning to this park again in a week or so, once the trees are ablaze in color. I follow Heritage Park Photo of the Day on Facebook, so I’ll be able to gauge the peak foliage hues at this quaint venue.

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Friday Frivolity.

Posted on October 4, 2019 by Linda Schaub

From flip-flops to flannel … just like that (snapping fingers)!

The weather has been wacky this week; yep, a real rollercoaster ride and it left me a wee bit frazzled on this Friday.

Earlier this week we broke a longstanding record by reaching 89 degrees F (32C); the old record from 1897 was 88 degrees F.

But we were warned the warmth would disappear, and it did – the next day we dropped 25 degrees.

And in between we had torrential rain and rumbles … in the morning, of course, when your Roving Reporter likes to walk.

Scrambled is not just for eggs.

I got up this morning and it was 68 degrees in the house. Nope, I was not going to succumb to the chilly temps and put on the heat, as it’s supposed to warm up a bit on the weekend. Or so they say. But, it was only 50 degrees F (10C) outside. I shivered while eating my oatmeal, then wrapped my fingers around my cuppa joe. But, I remained steadfast that the heat would not be turned on.

So, what do I wear on my walk? The immediate dilemma was that I took all my Spring/Fall and Winter coats, (all sporting big pockets), to the cleaners on Tuesday. “Did you want them the next day?” they asked. With a wave of my hand, I dismissed that suggestion – after all it was 80 degrees at 10:30 a.m., so “no I don’t need a coat anytime soon” was my reply. So, we settled on a Saturday pickup date. Of course I could have taken all these coats in during the Summer, but I was waiting on the October 25% off sale. Sigh.

So this morning, I sure wasn’t going to pass up a sunny (finally) trek to the Park to visit my furry pals who will surely forget my name if I don’t show up soon. I scrambled around mightily, looking for clothing for 50-degree weather. I grumbled and beat myself up saying “why are you not more organized – it’s October already!?” I have a few dress coats downstairs but their pockets won’t do for the camera and the peanuts, they are tiny slit pockets. I held up a hoodie – definitely not warm enough. Well maybe with a sweatshirt underneath – nope, too bulky. A turtleneck under a sweatshirt – no, it’s not that cold yet and besides, I need pockets! Maybe I even need a hat and gloves – where are they? I settled on a flannel shirt under a sweatshirt and threw on an old coat of my mom’s which fit like it belonged to my little sister.

The basement was chilly, so I decided the furnace really needed to be turned on after all. I yanked out the old filter and noticed the new filter that Flame Furnace had brought on their last visit was not the same brand. I took off the shrink wrap and went to slide it into the four-inch slot … it wouldn’t go in easily, so I had to go find another filter, but wait … I couldn’t pull this one out, so had to find a pair of pliers to wrest it out of the slot. Whew! I poured some clean water in the water pump and ran upstairs to put the furnace on so I could ensure it was running okay before I left and it would be toasty warm when I returned.

Finally, I bolted out the door and arrived fashionably late at the Park- how did I know? Well, all the regular walkers were already gone – they are all retirees, so off to run errands, or hang out at the donut shop for coffee and a cruller.

Luckily the contingent of squirrels were there waiting on me. To make up for my week-long absence, I brought along a brand-new, whole bag of peanuts to make it up to them. “Happy Fall guys!”

Yes, they were there alright, with Parker wearing a pained look on his face and paws crossed over his chest and tapping one foot, er … paw. “Yes, my little friend I’ll try not to be a stranger as I know you and your pals are struggling to get nuts stored for Winter.” I had to laugh at this picture of Parker I took last week. He reminds me of the memes of the distinguished-looking gentleman who says “I don’t always …, but (fill in the blank).” So I’ve entitled this picture:

I don’t always eat peanuts, but when I do they are Linda’s.

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Gather ye rosebuds while ye may …

Posted on September 30, 2019 by Linda Schaub

… oh yes, peanuts too.

Time’s a tickin’ … it’s the last day of September and for squirrels and girls with agendas, it is time to seize the moment and gather all the peanuts and steps you can (if Mother Nature permits of course).

The funky weather this week will not bode well for the squirrels, nor me, i.e. getting nuts and steps done.  Saturday was dismal and drizzly and yesterday I got a walk in, but just in the ‘hood as rain and storms threatened. So the Park squirrels missed out again.  I will make it up to them after today’s sogfest.

Right now my furry pals are focused on hunting and gathering the peanuts tossed to them by the other walkers and me, as there are no nut-bearing trees in the Park.

I am not immune to the sweet antics of those squirrels who sit on haunches with pleading eyes, waiting for me to open up my Ziploc bag and toss them a few peanuts.  Truth be told, I love interacting with them … but I think you knew that already.

I’m helping my furry friends bulk up their stash in advance of the Winter season.  Needless to say there is a wee bit of expectation on my part too … a little quid pro quo which is a/k/a “posing for peanuts” – no worries, we’re both cool with this arrangement and there’s nothing hinky going on.

Right now the squirrels aren’t complying much though … they are focused on getting the goods and getting them buried … one peanut at a time.  Sigh.  So I may drop some peanuts at their paws and they are more likely to scurry away and the best I can do is get a shot of them perusing peanuts then taking off to hide them.  That’s okay, they eventually return, but by then I’ve resumed my walk.

Playing hard to get?

Recently  I had an odd encounter with this black squirrel. Like the gray squirrels, the black squirrels are somewhat skittish and not likely to come over to see me, instead watching from afar then timidly inching over or even waiting until I walk away to grab a peanut.

I was at Council Point Park last week and saw this black squirrel and offered her some peanuts.  I put them on the grass.  Would she come closer?

Nope, though she did glance at them, then me.

I tried again … even holding some more peanuts in my outstretched hand so she could see them while I spoke softly to her.  Was she interested? 

Nope, not even a nibble.

As I turned to go, I said “well it’s your loss dear, but Winter’s coming – just sayin’.”  It seemed I could sweet talk her all I wanted, but she was not interested and instead she rebuffed me by turning around and scooting across busy River Drive to the neighborhood. 

I did another lap on the perimeter path, then began to head home.  I am still trying different options due to the construction since the adjacent street is very busy with the diverted traffic. 

So guess who I ran into on the way home?

I must’ve passed muster and could be trusted.

I guess this lovely lady assumed I had followed her to coax her to have some peanuts, so she might as well warm up to me a little.  She came close, hesitant at first, then went for the closest peanut.

She permitted herself to enjoy a peanut or two, secure in the knowledge that with no other squirrels around to abscond with her cache, she could take her time before dashing off to hide them.

Ah … peanut bliss.

I wonder if peanut bliss is akin to savoring a chocolate DOVE® Bar? I posed that question to her, but she had no opinion yea or nay.

I am gathering nuts too – Hampton Farms Jumbo Unsalted.  Only the best for my furry pals and the occasional Jay or Cardinal that happens by.

I already have ten packages squirreled away, but will need to get more as Fall progresses.

I will also need to stash lots of steps to reach my goal, now just three months away.  I have walked 939 miles of my 1,242 mile-goal (1,511 km/2,000 km) .  I’m looking for good weather to gather as many steps as I may.

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Small Fall.

Posted on September 26, 2019 by Linda Schaub

The early morning drizzle vanished on cue and the faint sun put a smile on my face and a little pep in my step. A gusty breeze stirred my straw, er … hair.

I’m doing a slow meander through this first week of Fall. It’s still warm here in Southeast Michigan and feels like this season should have the moniker of “Small Fall” – just a silly thought I guess. The pumpkins adorning homeowners’ porches had better be fake, otherwise they’ll resemble Libby’s canned pumpkin after our mini heat wave. This week is designated as “Michigan Trails Week” but since it’s kind of soggy the next few days, I’ll likely stay local and just pop down to Council Point Park to commemorate the event.

Meanwhile, at that Park, the first blush of Fall has arrived, with subtle changes that make you say “whoa – it looks like Mother Nature took out her Sharpie to add a few colors to the landscape.” 

There are glimpses of the usual jewel-toned leaves, or oddities like this tree with the polka-dotted leaves … whatever disease it has, these spots emerge every year right as rain. 

Late September dribs and drabs.

This is the Park’s first big tree to show a little color, though many reeds and bushes already have dribs and drabs of vibrant reds, deep plum or orangey-brown tones.  I noticed the walker’s sweater exactly color coordinated with this tree.

I wondered why this one stem of leaves is totally red and none of the others are?

Mother Nature was a little haphazard where she put her splashes and dashes of color … for example:

This was a bit sad … a Cabbage White butterfly caught on a burr, forever hovering on top of this prickly plant, its wings snagged and trapped on the rough edges.

The hangers on.

As we near the end of September, our weather still feels more like August and the tinges of wildflower colors make you forget we’re almost through the first week of Fall.  As mentioned earlier this week, some dandelions are still dotting the landscape.  I have the occasional one in my lawn too – their tenacity is admirable, but they can take a hike anytime.  

I noticed this metal yard ornament … it makes no difference if we pass Go, skip Fall and proceed right to Winter – this crazy daisy will still be doing its best to brighten up this homeowner’s front yard.

Are you pining for the upcoming Christmas holidays yet?

Pine trees and pine cones make me think of Christmas time. 

When the cones were still soft and dripping with pine resin, the squirrels were climbing the trees and pulling them off to enjoy the pine nuts.   I often pondered why the sticky resin did not glue their innards together?   This soft cone was a dud … it had no resin, and never opened its “petals” and developed into a full-fledged, brown and hard pine cone.

As the sun gently filtered through the clouds, I decided to do a shadow selfie – hmm, just a girl and her pine tree. (Somehow the phrase does not have the same ring to it as “just a girl and her gull” or “just a girl and her butterfly” does it?)

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Making mischief.

Posted on September 24, 2019 by Linda Schaub

It may seem that all crazy squirrel antics happen at the Park, but that’s not true.  The ‘hood squirrels sometimes are just as rambunctious as their Park counterparts.

Squirrel shenanigans.

Mother Nature has begun switching over to her Fall palette of rich hues and likewise the squirrels are fine-tuning their own palates to include Indian corn.  Now, how do I know this?

I mentioned in Sunday’s post that I now must detour to get to/from Council Point Park since Pagel Avenue has been all torn up this past six weeks. Because there is a schoolyard, I have to zigzag around.  I’ve tried different routes going home and witnessed this amusing scenario playing out in a homeowner’s front yard while walking home Friday morning.

First, there was a Fox squirrel hunkered down chewing something almost as big as he was.  When he saw me near him, he dropped the item like a hot potato and bolted up the nearest tree where he proceeded to glare at me. 

After the dust settled, I saw the half-eaten cob of Indian corn that the squirrel had been gnawing on. 

He fixated a stare on me, positive I was going to enjoy that treat he so hastily left behind.  I assured him he was good to return to ground level again with no fears, but he still wore a look of apprehension about my presence.

I figured that Indian corn had to come from the display on the next-door neighbor’s property, so I checked it out from my vantage point on the sidewalk.  The décor was nice – a little bit of harvest; a little Halloween as well.

And suddenly I heard a rustling noise and the corn stalk to the left of the big crow came to life.  I peered closely and saw a squirrel manipulating his way around behind the scenes, nibbling on something, most likely another cob of Indian corn.  See his fuzzy tail which gives him away?

Of course that squirrel clearly knew he was trespassing inside that corn stalk, yet he shot me a look as if to say “Yep, I’m busted!  So what are ya gonna do about it?”

He went so far as to even flaunt his presence by sitting and leisurely eating his treat.

Of course I was clicking away taking his picture as he lollygagged amidst the harvest décor.

I may adore these furry little munchkins, but, in a nutshell … they are far from angelic and have made some mischief at my house over the years.  Walking home I recalled a story from back in the late 80s about my new Holly Hobbie yard ornament that was destroyed over a long holiday weekend, thanks to a squirrel or squirrels.  I wrote a post about it the first year I was blogging. I don’t have the picture we took posing next to that Holly Hobby, but I just updated the post by adding a likeness of her from Pinterest.  It is amusing now, but not back when Holly’s fate was decided due to squirrel shenanigans. Click here if you’d like to read about it.

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