We were blessed with still another beautiful weekend day.
I left later than usual, thinking I’d wait on Mr. Sun to warm things up a bit, so my fingers didn’t freeze when removing the gloves to take some photos.
It seems to me, that in the last week as I’ve set out on my walk, I’ve worn at least four different coats, one seemingly for each season. A couple of the days there was no coat at all. Such crazy weather! This morning, the weatherman said it was 45 degrees, so I had layered up, even digging out the wool headband, (which always makes me look like I’m headed to the slopes), since I took the chenille knitted caps to the cleaners last week.
But, in short order, the layers starting coming off. First, the gloves and headband got stuffed into the coat’s patch pockets, then the coat itself was soon looped around my waist … all that, even before I reached the outskirts of Council Point Park.
The trail was packed with walkers, plus one young girl in a tee-shirt and capris on rollerblades. Hmmm, the younger set are more warm blooded is my guess. The bright blue sky was absolutely devoid of clouds. No hawks up there either … I’ve been scoping out the sky every time I’m there for more hawks to get a close-up shot.
I did, however, stumble upon this beautiful Canada Goose, standing still as a statue, taking a gander at the activity on a homeowner’s dock across the Creek. The goose seemed fixated with whatever it saw, yet all I could see was a big white pail and a couple of kids. This goose was so focused, that it never even looked away as its brethren, a pair of noisy honkers, flew right overhead and made a significant splashdown, skidding along the top of the murky waters of the Ecorse Creek.
What was this goose watching, or was it merely woolgathering?
I stood still as a statue myself, right in my tracks, drawing the camera slowly out of the pouch so I wouldn’t scare that beautiful bird. I inched closer and took a few shots, and it never budged in the least, until finally bending that long and sleek black neck to the ground, to nibble at the ground cover which is already thriving.
I finished my loops and arrived home far too quickly to go inside – how I wish we could just bottle up this beautiful day.