It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood and beyond. When I left the house early this morning, there was just a whisper of a breeze and it was very quiet in the various neighborhoods as I made my way to Council Point Park. Once again, homeowners slept with A/C units turned off and enjoyed the cool air coming through windows and screen doors. The Park was more abuzz with activity today and alot of people were on the perimeter path, mostly walkers, a few moms pushing strollers and a rollerblader. I heard that elusive frog burping again, but soon his loud croaking noises were obliterated by the Wyandotte train sounding its whistle as it neared Emmons Boulevard. There was clover everywhere, and in some places it was so overgrown, all you could see were bobbing bunny heads as they savored the sweet treat. I concluded that the rabbits had been busy this Spring as there were a plethora of baby bunnies, all contentedly munching clover until some big ol’ human came along and then they bounced off for parts unknown. This bench above is one of many blue benches scattered around the edge of the Park. This particular one is situated fairly close to the banks of the Creek, and, as you see above, currently it is sitting amidst an area of white clover. This park bench might seem to be calling out “come over, come over and sit in the clover” yet it didn’t beckon me to stop and break my stride. You see, the bench seat is rather sloped, giving one the illusion that if you plunked down on it, you might slide right off and onto the grass and roll down the bank … it’s best to just carry on. This morning, the water was completely calm, and since it was rain-free yesterday I ambled down along the Creek banks and peered through the reeds, hoping to catch sight of something interesting, maybe that big bullfrog. For my efforts, I saw some bubbles on the top of the water which I studied for a few minutes wondering if they were fish lips nibbling at bugs on the surface, or a frog coming up for air, but nothing materialized. I also saw the mother mallard with her ducklings in tow, paddling along in between the reeds on the opposite side of the Creek. There was no use trying to take a picture of those sweet little ducklings dabbling in the murky water, because the rather drab, ochre-colored feathers of the female and similar mottled plumage on her brood, made them all blend right into the muddy-looking Creek water and boring backdrop of bulrushes. The Park was alive with tweets and twitters from various songbirds and it was so very tranquil to walk amongst them. A red-winged blackbird, high above me in a tall tree, was singing his heart out. They were long, strong sounds which often threatened to drown out the trills of the smaller songbirds. There are many red-winged blackbirds in the tall trees which line the Creek, and they are easy to identify with their glossy black bodies and pretty patches of red and yellow on both wings. As I walked past the tall tree, one of them swooped down close and landed ahead of me where some kindly soul (not me this time) had shared their black-and-white-striped sunflower seeds on the path, and he seized the opportunity to feast on them. He was enjoying this unexpected treat and was so fearless, that I was almost on top of him before he flew away. The songbirds in the Park produce a constant melody, especially delightful on a still morn, and I like responding to them by returning a whistle or two – their singing is so infectious that sometimes I just can’t help myself. I believe that if the birds in the Park were on Twitter, they would all have been tweeting out this trending topic: #anotherbeautifulday. Reluctantly, after two complete laps around Council Point Park, I started for home and as I was walking up my sidewalk, I was still chuckling over the thought of birds using social media to tweet to one another, rather than merely warbling. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a plump baby robin in my garden alongside the house. I hurried over to get a better look, and saw that he was a resin robin with a mischievous smile on his face. I knew instantly that my neighbor Marge had gotten him for me and stood him amongst the mulch and the potted silk flowers to make my day … which it did!