…our daily bread.
Well, today I returned to Council Point Park for a full-sized walk and to commune with nature a bit. In anticipation of the visit, I cleared out alot of misshapen slices or heels of bread from the freezer that I had accumulated since the “Geesecapade” incident back on Father’s Day. I don’t mind sharing some morsels with any of my feathered friends, but getting charged at or enduring some raucous spitting and wing-flapping by a gaggle of irate Canada Geese kept me piling up the stale bread in the freezer and refusing to buy any loaves specifically intended to feed the Park birds. Now, I’ve never been a fan of the bread ends, or “heels”. I eat whole-grain bread, except for the small piece of crispy, multi-grain toast I share with Buddy every day for our afternoon treat, just as I wrote about in “Breaking bread with Buddy” back on March 8th. (https://lindaschaubblog.net/2014/03/08/breaking-bread-with-buddy/ Since I’ve given up sweets, bread has become my treat. But heels of this rustic-type bread or the often-dry whole grain bread could choke a horse. I’ve never been a picky eater, but I can remember when I was a little girl, we’d eat soft-boiled eggs sometimes and my mom would cut my toast into “fingers” for dipping after she whacked the egg head off. She’d cut the crusts off the toast and every so often she’d try to sneak those slivers of toasted heels onto my plate and I’d rebel saying I’d choke to death. Believe me, I really never-ever got to whine or complain about anything as my parents wouldn’t tolerate it, and so my protests about anything pretty much fell on deaf ears. My mom promised me I’d get the coveted curly hair I always wanted, if I ate the bread crusts … well Mom, it never did happen to this day.
Anyway, I collected my stash of bread morsels and a fresh Ziploc bag of peanuts for the squirrels and set off. It was another beautiful day in the neighborhood as Mr. Rogers would say. When I got to the Park, there weren’t many people there which surprised me given the cool and calm morning. I started on the perimeter path, eager to get to get going and see if I could find any hungry critters so I could make their morning. Well, I had some takers for my peanuts … a pair of squirrels hurried down from their perch in their huge nest high atop the tree, nails clicking as they came lickedy-split down that tall trunk. Once on the ground, they stayed on all fours, tails flicking back and forth, while they sized me up as I stood there, five peanuts in my outstretched palm. Finally they both sat on haunches and begged. Well, I wanted to say – “no theatrics or cuteness is needed … I’m offering you some peanuts with no strings attached to make up for my being remiss in not bringing you treats” … I tossed the peanuts and as they scattered onto the asphalt, they both made a beeline for their share. I reached into the bag and threw out another handful and watched as their heads swiveled around as they each munched furiously on the peanut which was clasped between their front paws, but eyed the others on the path hungrily. I moved on, confident that I’d made their morning better and pleased that they didn’t forget who I was, although I mused that perhaps they just recognized the Ziploc bag … hmmmmm.
I rounded the bend and as I strolled along the Ecorse Creek side , I craned my neck to catch a glimpse of ducks or ducklings so that I could offload my big bag of bread tidbits. The ducks, as usual, were a no-show and even the geese were not present today. I marched along, carrying the bag of bread in my hand and looking for “takers” – there were none. Since rain is in the forecast the next several days I decided to just spread the wealth for the songbirds who never fail to disappoint me with their cheerful notes every time I visit the Park. But, there was nary a bird in sight – that is, until I spread the bread onto the grass and suddenly they came out of the trees and bushes and flew down to get some. I watched them – large and small birds, all converging in one small area to get their fill. Some held back, in trepidation of the stranger with the big bag but then realized it behooved them to come and get something nice from their benefactor.
All too soon the bag was empty and it was time for me to mosey on and leave my feathered and furry friends behind. I stepped back onto the trail to finish up my trip, and then head back to the Big City, that place that exists beyond the pavilion area and parking lot which are the gateway to Council Point Park.