It was overcast and took forever to lighten up this morning. When I finally left the house I was happy to go back inside to retrieve a lightweight coat since it was only half as harsh as yesterday; in fact it felt almost balmy after the past few days.
As I sauntered along the sidewalk, still stained with leaf imprints, I saw traces of snow in the grass along and around the driveways giving them an almost chalk-outlined look. Likewise, there was snow embedded in the sidewalk cracks where narrow Honey Locust leaves and pesky weeds still languish in that tiny trench.
As I neared Council Point Park, I passed the house where the elderly couple feeds and waters the birds on a daily basis. I first wrote about them back on July 25th in my post entitled “Offerings” (https://lindaschaubblog.net/2013/07/25/offerings/). As a general rule, each morning when I pass this house, the three birdfeeders have already been filled, and the gang of sparrows and cardinals are clustered about hungrily munching on their share of seeds on or under the feeders. But, I noticed yesterday and today there was no fresh food out and the house was in darkness. Hopefully, the couple is merely away visiting for the Thanksgiving holiday and nothing untoward has happened to them. The ever-faithful birds still showed up for breakfast, however, despite the empty feeders. I sympathized with the row of sparrows, nestled close together and lining the length of the fence near a now-bare Red Maple tree as they sat hoping for “first dibs” on the seeds. I am somewhat endeared toward sparrows since they resemble my little Buddy who has similar plumage, but they are minus that feathery cap and perpetual cowlick characteristic of a mop-top canary. I looked at those sparrows and thought of Buddy, snoozing away in the den, snuggled under his velour and Sherpa comforter awaiting Linda to come home and smother him with affection and offer up his favorite treats. I’m just a sucker for critters as you know from reading this blog, so I dipped into my bag of bread and shared a good portion of it with them. As soon as I scattered it on the ground beneath the tree where the feeders are suspended, the sparrows hopped down and started eating it. I watched their collective delight in the unexpected treat and if a thought bubble were to appear over their bobbing heads, it would say “we’ll eat this just in case our seeds don’t come later”… sometimes you just have to indulge me in my over-active imagination.
At the Park, there were quite a few walkers this morning. Some traces of snow still remained along the Creek bed and a little precip was coming down while I was walking along the path. The ice on the river has broken up and nearly dissipated. Only a handful of ducks were out this morning so those lucky ducks got a double-dose of my doughy tidbits. Who knows where the others were? Perhaps they fear someone has their sights on one of them for a tasty duck dinner instead of the usual ham or turkey on Thanksgiving Day. We often had roast duck or goose for holiday dinners when I was growing up. A solitary squirrel came racing over to meet me as I turned the bend … one of my “regular followers” I suppose. Since no neon-colored duds were donned today, he must have recognized my kindly face, or more likely he spied the Ziploc bag of peanuts which I usually hold in my hand, ready to dispense as needed as I walk along. I’m glad the Park critters are unafraid of me and appreciate their treats and I’ve developed a nice rapport with them, though we don’t speak much. I don’t mind being known by the moniker of “The Bread Lady” …“The Nut Lady” not so much.