Wow – it is the third day in a row for stellar early Fall weather.
I took my camera along once again today, even though I took loads of Halloween and harvest décor photos on yesterday’s trek. Probably only about 10 of those photos will eventually end up featured in this blog.
On the first leg of my trek, while headed east on the Boulevard toward the Detroit River, the past few weeks the sun is always at the wrong angle for me. At times it is so glaring that I can’t see a thing and have to just walk blindly. If I didn’t enjoy this neighborhood so much, I’d find a destination so that I could head west first … at least for the next few weeks anyway ‘til the time changes.
Emmons Boulevard keeps beckoning me though. There are cheerful songbirds along the way, screeching jays, inquisitive squirrels, a cheery “good morning” from the mailman, and, best of all – no big dogs.
So, it has become my chosen route and will remain so.
I’ve had to shed an extra layer of clothing after retooling my wardrobe last weekend, and, I sure didn’t need that heavier coat I wore this past Tuesday. While rifling through the coat pockets Tuesday morning, lo and behold, I found a Ziploc bag, half-filled with peanuts in the shell. I knew I’d find some takers to gift them to … after all, who wants a steady diet of acorns?
Of course, one toss of a couple of peanuts and you’ve got a furry pal for life … I know that from my days at Council Point Park, as well as years of feeding the squirrels in my own backyard. They see a sucker, so they beg and do a lot of cute antics for a small reward of peanuts, and you’re happy to accommodate them. I searched for the pair of squirrels that always play together that I wrote about earlier this year, but they were nowhere to be seen. However, I did find this chubby-looking fellow with no tail.
He got the entire booty of peanuts and happily ate a few, then soon he was working his paws furiously into someone’s lawn to bury the rest of his treasures. Oops! I hope the homeowners were not looking out the window and watching these antics or they’d be shaking their fist at me.
Fast forward … yesterday, as well as today, there was my little friend as I strolled down Emmons Boulevard. In one instance, he was overhead, and, just as I walked under a tree, I heard the rustling of leaves, and then sharp nails descending the bark on the tree trunk. Soon, he had scampered out in front of me. Of course I recognized him right away … from that short and stubby tail, to the notches in his ears, plus his fat rolls, all which are evident in the photo.
But, I had nothing to offer him.
Same thing today … he was present and accounted for as I neared his “tree” … he has a pair of sharp eyes and is probably hungry as well.
Going forward, I’m sure my little peanut pal will be there to greet me on my daily walks, and, I hate to be empty-handed and let him down. So, now I guess I must hightail it to Meijer – not only do I need to bulk up on peanuts to help my faltering memory, but, I guess I will get an extra bag for my little furry friend as well.