The geese have been readin’ the “Almanac”.

09-24-14

Weather folklore or folly tells us that certain critters’ characteristics in the Fall are a precursor to a brutal Winter. The lowly woolly caterpillar’s coloring, the width of a squirrel’s bushy tail, and, even the increased shedding by horses and dogs, are all traits that naturalists use to predict the severity of the Winter. I believe that the Canada geese in the Park have been studying this year’s dire predictions and are headed South already. They’ve been absent in the Park for weeks now, so I wonder if they have a sixth sense and thus have left Michigan? The picture above is a tranquil scene at Council Point Park I took a few months ago … if I had to entitle it, I’d call it “Serenity”. But, back to the present – this morning when I arrived at the Park I was packing peanuts and my camera and looking for another photo op. It was a nifty fifty degrees, yet it didn’t feel as cold or blustery as the past few days. The sun was out and glinting off my glasses, sending warm rays my way. I was able to beat the train that comes rolling through around 8:20 a.m. and disturbs the peace as it toots and blows its whistle for a full five minutes to announce its arrival. I was solo the first lap and was puzzled where everyone was … people, that is … because, as I passed by a memorial tree, which is already resplendent in a mix of golden leaves, I heard a little tap, tap, tap. It was a very faint tapping, but then I heard it again. Trying to discern what it was, I backed up and looked above me in the tree. The very tiniest of woodpeckers was hanging upside down on a narrow branch taking drilling practice from a larger woodpecker much higher up in the tree. I started to pull my camera out of my pocket, but was afraid I’d startle him, so I just let it go. Like his tiny taps, he was rather minute as well, all downy and fluffy but with a longish spear-like beak that kept incessantly pecking that tree branch, while Mom, high above, interjected with her own staccato-like noise with louder precision every so often. The little guy’s antics made me smile and the scene was reminiscent of an instance at the Wyandotte/Lincoln Park border where I watched a passel of Canada geese and mallard moms teaching their offspring how to dive, nibble reeds and swim in a neat row. That was a sweet scene and I often replay it in my mind. The air was so still that the pecking seemed intensified, with only an occasional twitter from a nearby songbird. It was a peaceful scene indeed. As to the geese, it’s hard to speculate why those honkers aren’t hanging around, but I suspect their beaks have been buried in the “Farmer’s Almanac” and they’ve read its dire predictions. So, what’s a goose to do … but vamoose!!!!!

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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