I am grateful for that beautiful weather yesterday, which prompted me to take a five-mile walk and write a post with photos describing that trek, so that you, too, could join me on that journey.

This week we will endure a siege of rain … we have three days in a row of solid rain, a thunderstorm tomorrow and a record-breaking 64 degrees.  There are flood advisories due to all that rain and the snow which must melt and go somewhere.  The weather is beyond wacky this season.

The online Weather Channel said no rain until 11:00 a.m. today, so off I went, sans umbrella, having placed all my faith in this weather authority, and believing three days of walking in a row could boost my mileage stats, which are pitiful so far for 2018.

But, the Weather Channel made a bad boo boo, because after I walked the 3/4s of a mile to the Park and arrived at the pavilion area, it started to mist a bit.  Well, a little mist was no reason to miss a walk because my internal GPS had already programmed my feet toward Council Point Park, so I was staying put.  Furthermore,  I figured I was not made of sugar, so I continued on my journey, the only person walking there by the way.  Halfway through the first loop, it started to drizzle, followed by many splats of rain.  By this time, doubling back to the beginning of my route just made no sense, so I chose to finish that loop and then head home.

So, here’s what the other walkers missed.

The heron was not on terra firma, but he was out of that weathered tree and in his usual spot, feet firmly planted on the Creek bottom, and scanning the water for fish.  I made a point to look at the Creek’s water level and it just met his pale gray underbelly.  The length of those gangly legs was hidden in the murky water.

It was weather for ducks and they were out in abundance, just a stone’s throw away from the heron, paddling their wide webbed feet through the chilly water.  It would have made a nice picture, but the camera was tucked inside my jacket, the rain was falling, and the grass was a slushy mess, and, had I made a misstep, I’d have resembled a swamp creature.  Rainy days and Mondays are tough enough without taking a plunge in the Ecorse Creek.

With the exception of one squirrel who decided a little rain wasn’t going to stop him from snagging a few peanuts, the rest of his brethren stayed cozy in their nests.  I can’t say that I blame them.  They probably knew I’d leave a pile of peanuts as my calling card on the picnic table before I left.  Kind of a modern twist on “Kilroy was here”.

[Image from Emmzett at Pixabay]