This cooler weather makes me just want to jump out of bed and get rollin’. It feels like Fall, my favorite season. My boss is out of the office for a few days, staying at the family cabin out in the boonies in my homeland, so I had a little more leeway this morning. I had an agenda with items to tick off and today those errands would not encroach on my walking time. I was like a whirling dervish in two short hours’ time. I slipped on my loafers and was out the door by 7:30 a.m., then home, packages unloaded, car parked in the garage and lacing up my walking shoes by 9:30 a.m. My destination was Council Point Park.

It was later than usual for me and there was a different crowd on the Park’s pathway. There were alot of moms paired up and pushing strollers or monitoring tykes on bikes and trikes.

I walked the path’s usual twists and turns and just had to check out if my bunny treats remained or were all gone. Amazingly, the carrots were in the same place I had strewn them yesterday! Aren’t carrots to rabbits the equivalent of M&Ms to humans? Maybe the bunnies are just too picky. I will give them one more try though.

Once I strayed from the Park entrance with its playground equipment and the moms and their charges, the Park pathway was very tranquil and I was by myself, save one lone jogger who blitzed by, tethered to and tuned into his iPod as he chugged past me. I was enjoying the solitude when suddenly an almost-eerie, loud humming noise interrupted my thoughts. I listened again and likened the noise to a bull moose call. Our family rented a cottage in Northern Michigan one Summer and had to endure constant bull moose calls for two solid weeks I knew there was no way a bull moose was loose in Council Point Park – there is simply not enough wooded area on the banks of this narrow creek. I knew it wasn’t a goose, as this noise did not resemble honking at all. I concluded it was a bullfrog, but certainly one frog could not create this booming noise! Besides, this was not croaking, it was humming. I peered through the thick bulrushes as the humming continued. The stillness of the marshy area, thick with reeds and cattails, just intensified the noise. I resumed walking, ears tuned in to the incessant hummmmmm, hummmmmm, hummmmmm. It sounded like a bullhorn and continued getting louder and louder. This was no Kermit singing soprano in “The Rainbow Connection” – no way; this was a frog on steroids!! Of course, no one was around to hear it with me. I completed the two-mile Park loop, then headed home. You’ll just bet, after I logged onto my computer I went directly to You Tube and searched for “bullfrog noises” – sure enough, that was what I heard!

You never know what you’ll see or hear at the Park. Today it was a big bullfrog singing bass.