Another GOURDgeous day.   

Pumpkin patch ready for annual festival in Half Moon Bay, California.

Today we were blessed with another Pure Michigan day, just gorgeous with the sunshine, blue skies and puffy clouds, and, once that sun was out full strength, it sure warmed things up.

Mercifully, the rain has stayed away, but water, in another form, has still managed to wreak havoc in my home this entire week, just adding a few more episodes of horrendous homeowner tales from the never-ending water miseries encountered this year.  I do believe there is a black cloud hovering over this house, but thankfully, there are only ten weeks left in this year, and hopefully, going forward, this house will remain unscathed by any problems for the balance of 2017.

In between dealing with the water woes this past week, I have escaped a few mornings to Council Point Park to lose myself there and commune with nature a bit.  I have a few photos to share of these nature nook excursions from the past few days.

Now, if I didn’t want to have a play on words for today’s blog post title, I would have been conflicted which photo to use for “up top” so I used a photo jam-packed with gourds from my archives instead.

I might have called the below photo “High Hopes” as these two fisherman settled in to get their respective catch of the day.  They had three lines between them, those poles propped up and ready to land the big one.  You’ll note that the fellow on the right brought along a rather large landing net, so he had some aspirations for his fishing expedition – maybe a fish fry for his friends?  I hope he was not disappointed.  I heard one of them say there was lots of movement in the water and I wanted to wait and see how much and what was below that was stirring up the murky Creek surface.


Personally, I would have bet he’d never fill that landing net, but, I decided to wait a few minutes to see if they were successful landing a fish.  In the meantime, a male mallard glided by on the opposite side of the Creek near the pond lilies.  As he traversed the Creek, he was not at all interested in the goings-on of the fishermen.  I would have entitled this photograph “Peaceful Journey”.


I circled around the perimeter path a second time, and noted the fishing rods were still in place and nary a nibble, well … if there was a nibble, it had not yielded anything landing in the big blue net.  I always figured there were few, if any, fish living in the Ecorse Creek.

But, evidently I got it wrong, when I discovered there ARE fish living in the murky Ecorse Creek.  Yesterday, as I was walking the pathway that runs parallel to the Ecorse Creek, I came upon a young man standing very quietly and using his phone to take a picture of a Great Blue Heron.  Usually this regal-looking bird stands on the cement precipice, but there he was, wading in the icy-cold, debris-filled Creek water, scarfing down a fish that he caught in its long beak.  The young man saw me approach and slowly draw my camera out of the case to capture the exact same image, as that heron looked at us, feathers still slick and sticking out in places from plunging its head and neck into the water.  I said “well this photo op just makes my day” and he said “mine too” and then we stood there silently, just admiring this bird, who seemed unfazed by our presence.  He put down his phone and turned to leave just as a group of ducks glided into my peripheral vision.  I said “you might want to turn around before you go” so, once again, we stood still like statues, as we snapped photos of waterfowl at the Creek in tandem.   I guess I’d title either of these photos “Morning has Broken” after that great Cat Stevens tune, or maybe even “On the Waterfront” – how’s that?


heron and ducks

This morning, however, the heron was at his post once again, still standing in the water, but straight and tall and gazing downstream.  No plunging the head in the water in search of fish, but then it was about ten degrees cooler than yesterday.  I know I hunted for my gloves, popped on the earmuffs and donned a warmer coat before I set out, glad I had heard the early morning weather forecast once I got outside.

The squirrels always provide some entertainment while I am getting in my morning miles and I might have named today’s blog post “Going squirrelly” … now, that might have worked.

Though the frost may not be on the pumpkin yet, the squirrels have finally wizened up that this most-recent cold snap means “get with the program and start bulking up for Winter!”  Every time I drop some peanuts at their feet, they enjoy one, then take the rest “to go” then off they scamper to dig furiously with their front paws to hid their booty.  It’s amusing to watch their antics.

squirrel fast and furious

Some of the squirrels are getting really pudgy, so I don’t know if those peanut pals are just skipping the “save” step and eating all the peanuts at once.

As you know, most of the squirrels run to greet me along the path, coming close to my feet, just in case I didn’t catch them streaking across the grassy field.  Others raise up from their digging or searching for food to pose  for their morning treat.

squirrel posing

Still other squirrels have decided that dirty walnuts, retrieved from a mucky “hidey hole” suit their palate more than peanuts.  To each his own I guess.

squirrel with apple

I needed these trips to the Park – communing with the critters and immersing myself in the woodsy setting, now getting more colorful by the day, was the balm that re-energized me and repaired my frazzled nerves from these last few frenzied days.

glorious colors

About Linda Schaub

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, so 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 four 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, though 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. - Linda Schaub
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2 Responses to Another GOURDgeous day.   

  1. Ann Marie stevens says:

    Miss Linda……………………..I enjoyed all of the pictures today. I’m still amazed at the 2 fishermen sitting by the creek waiting for a catch!…………………..I just got a new phrase from you for you: “Going Squirrelly.”


  2. lindasschaub says:

    Ann Marie – I knew you’d get a kick out of those fishermen and their big net and I thought of you and Steven right away when I saw them. Do you two have multiple fishing poles when you go fishing, or just the one you hold in your hands? I saw another fisherman there earlier in the Summer, same place, with a couple of poles propped up on that cement landing that is over the storm drain – that is right where the heron was. He stands on top of the cement landing and in this picture was down in the water next to it. I wonder how many fish everyone got? I’ve never seen anyone landing a fish. My mom used to use that expression “going squirrelly” if I was full of alot of energy. I wish I could take credit for saying or writing it. 🙂


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