It was a bonus walking day for me on this mid-week morning. Evidently the weather folks must’ve consulted the wrong models and maps since they all predicted a rainy a.m. drive time. Even though it was dry as a bone, the sky looked as if rain threatened any minute.
My boss had a meeting, so I was free as a bird to take a long walk … well, kinda sorta. I’m still taking it easy and adding more steps daily to my walking regimen to build back up to the daily mileage I was doing back in December.
So, should I go to my old stomping grounds at Council Point Park, or just to the railroad tracks? Maybe the marina? But, the sky was very gray and a trip to the marina, if stopped by the train coming back, might get me soaking wet if that predicted rain arrived earlier.
I decided to live dangerously anyway and visit all three sites – I had the time, and I had my umbrella.
I wandered first to Wyandotte – all the way to the railroad tracks. As I approached the tracks, the gates signaled an oncoming train, so that killed the marina leg of my journey. On my way back, however, at the footbridge I heard splashing in the water and soon chastised myself for not taking some treats for the ducks and geese. I thought about it before I left, but my bagels were all frozen solid, so I left them and their icy crusts and freezer-burn taste tucked up in the freezer for Buddy and me to nosh on.
Thus, those birdies, sans bagel bits, would have to just enjoy my smiling face.
But there were other feathered friends to see and hear today, and they got even more than just my smiling face. They got an audio response from me as well. The gray day didn’t keep them from singing out loud and I matched them tweet for tweet. One of the birds perched high up in the tree, called out long and loudly, and his strong song broke the silence of the morn. Then another bird finished up the “song” for him, and so on, and so forth … all the way down the tree-lined boulevard. I whistled back as best I could to keep up with them, until nothing came out as my lips were dry and parched.
As I turned in the driveway, I wondered in my wanderings who got more enjoyment from the dueling tweets – them or me?
Oh for peep’s sake … it was me of course!
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Clever with words. Had me grining. Of couse their song wasn’t as besutiful as Buddy. Fun in the long run.
Thanks Marge – next time I have to take water with me – my “whistler” kept “punking out” … yes, Buddy was in rare form today – after a bout of being mischievous first. 🙂
Miss Linda…………………..’well, kinda sorta”……………………..I do the very same thing get enjoyment at whistling back at the robins as long as I can……..when I go for a walk…………………I’d like to hear you whistle…………………I even whistle at church while everyone is singing…………………………so far no one can hear me……………….
Ann Marie – I have been out working in the backyard and there have been birds out there and I’d be whistling back and forth with them the entire time I was outside – as long as an hour at a time. I had to give up as my lips could no longer whistle – they were content to keep going and going. You must be whistling low in church or the choir is very loud. 🙂