It was a stellar Saturday weather-wise, and you’ll not hear a comment or complaint from me about the chilly temps. The sun was shining brightly when I left the house, and, as I arrived at the entrance to Council Point Park I saw alot of activity in the pavilion area. There were refreshments on the picnic tables and more long tables heaped high with bright blue tee-shirts emblazoned with the white logo “Walk4Water.org”. I stopped to inquire when the walk was taking place and what Walk4Water was about. I found out it was organized through Helping Hands International and people are sponsored for miles walked. The walkers try to raise money to provide water wells and purification systems in Kenya, where women and children walk an average of four miles daily to collect drinking and cooking water. I was asked to join the walkers, but the event didn’t start ‘til 10:00 a.m. and I didn’t want to stay at the Park for the next three or more hours. I will plan to do this event next year, since this is the 8th annual walk held at Council Point Park.
Once I left the hubbub of activity at the Pavilion, the Park path was rather quiet. I didn’t see any of the regular walkers whom I chat with at the Park to inquire if there have been any more deer sightings since earlier in the week. Yesterday, I walked to Meijer to pick up some groceries so there were no remarkable tales to tell of flora or fauna as I made my three-mile round trip. I was nearly solo on the trail, yet I strained my ears to identify the bird calls in the early morn. I heard a few peeps and cheeps over the occasional quacking of a group of lively ducks in the Creek nearby. I peered through the bushes and reeds at the mallard males who were having their morning ablution and I saw much wing-flipping and flapping and tail-shaking going on to get those beautiful, iridescent teal heads and exquisite plumage spanking clean. Nearby, some female mallards, wearing their drab colors, similarly dipped and splashed to wet their feathers. On the second loop around, down near the marshy banks of the Creek, I took this picture which I’m calling “Ducks on a Log” … this is where the ducks landed after their quick dip in the chilly Creek water. They were either sitting huddled together or occasionally preening themselves after their bath. Around the bend, I stood on the cement precipice that I used to refer to as “Duck Landing”, where I had still another vantage point to watch my fine-feathered friends. In this distant shot you have a faraway view of ducks in a row, lined up with their brethren. It was a peaceful scene and I took several photos, and have a beautiful silhouette of the group of ducks on the log to share at another time. No other critters to speak of, except for a squirrel or two, but I surely got my “duck fix” smack dab in the middle of the City at my favorite nature nook. A beautiful Fall day, and a walk in the Park – memories were made on this outing, some to be visited down the road in my mind. I leave you with a quote which sums it up for me:
I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright. ~Henry David Thoreau