The “real Spring” is still waiting in the wings, but not for long. The weather forecast has us hitting 71 degrees at the tail end of the week. Well that’s a little silly, isn’t it?
Yesterday, during my walk there were snow flurries swirling around my head. Today, the folks in the northern ‘burbs awoke to 4-5 inches of the white stuff. I sure am glad I don’t live in the northern ‘burbs, I’ll tell you that.
But, before the real Spring officially replaces this imposter Spring we’ve dealt with the past few weeks, this morning I still piled on the perpetual nine layers of clothing to stay warm as the thermometer hovered around the freezing mark. A glimmer of sun gave me the chance to start my walk earlier, and I was happy for that, as I wanted to cross the 200-miles-walked-in-2018 marker today. Happily, at the end of my five-mile walk I did just that.
Before the landscape of the Park turns from monochromatic to the kaleidoscope of colors that Mother Nature will roll out over the next few weeks, I wanted to share this photo of a red-winged blackbird, embedded in the dead reeds. He sure stood out as he practiced his yoga routine – see him doing his downward dog pose.
Well actually, that red-winged blackbird was not practicing yoga, but, instead he was eyeing the peanuts I just laid out for the squirrels. He was preparing to swoop down to get one, and right after I took this photo, he did just that. It’s not the first time he has spied me and grabbed a peanut from under the squirrels’ respective noses. It is likely the two male cardinals watched his technique for grabbing peanuts, since they are snubbing my safflower seeds, opting to snatch a peanut off the path while the squirrels are sitting there munching on them. These birds have no shame! So, I am left holding the bag … of safflower seeds that is.
As I headed off the perimeter path for home and started walking up Pagel Avenue, once again I heard the unmistakable sound of a red-winged blackbird. Their song always reminds me of a meadow in Summertime. I turned around and one seemed to be following me home as he flew over to alight on a tree that was starting to bud.
Evidently, when it comes to the critters in the Park, the way to their hearts is through their stomachs.