Ruffled feathers … now there’s an expression that means “to upset or offend people” … or perhaps describe a seagull with feathers all aflutter.
Well, I could very easily have turned this post into a topic about discontent, because, as you know, it certainly abounds. But, let’s be honest – 2020 has been an entire year of discontent, so let’s not go down that sad road, okay?
Instead, today’s post is about a breezy stroll along the Detroit River boardwalk at Bishop Park. I’d already walked six miles at my favorite nature nook and was at this venue simply taking in a little ambiance.
There was just a handful of people there, likely due to the breezy, chilly and gray day. The waves were lapping up against the seawall, partly from the wind and also because motorboats held groups of fishermen, hoodies pulled over their heads, as they struggled to keep their fishing rods from catching and taking them out of their grip with each gust of wind.
The seagulls swooped and dived, hopeful for a fish and if no fish was to be found, perhaps a human would share some of their breakfast with them.
A cacophony of noises …
A group of Canada Geese came in for a landing, their signal caller telling them to veer left, then plop down, so they did.
Several gulls were screeching, their usual raucous noise that one would associate with walking along the shoreline of a favorite beach or seaside locale, and, if you shut your eyes, you might transport yourself there for a minute … but no, Fall was definitely here and Winter lurking in the background. [More about the wacky weather at the tail end of this post.]
I like the boardwalk here, because if you wait long enough, you’re sure to find a seagull that settles onto the wooden railing and stands like a statue, allowing me to grab a dozen photos which all seem to look the same once I get home and see them on the screen. Here are a few shots of my seagull friend on that day.
As I strolled along, I noticed someone had given their artistic touch to the boardwalk.
I was struck by seeing the clash of seasons … a thriving weed inches away from a crumpled leaf in a seawall crack along the boardwalk.
I wanna be that girl someday!
I stopped to chit-chat with a woman walker and I feel badly I did not ask her name or take a picture of her, though I generally don’t take photos of people I chat with unless there is something I want to show, like a fish that was caught, for example, or, sometimes I’ll sneak a shot in off to the side. But in this case, I was about ready to go and had already put the camera into its pouch.
Our conversation began by each of commenting on the brisk wind. She was a wisp of a woman, whose one hand gripped onto a cane and the other hand kept reaching up to pat down a woolen cap she was wearing. She walked very close to the wooden railing, I believe hoping to thwart those high gusts from sending her over the railing and into the drink. But just then, an especially high gust had her clamping a hand down firmly on that hat and I said “I’ve been there – I’ve lost a few hats down at the park where I walk – they go airborne. I watched one cartwheel across the snow and right into the depths of the murky Ecorse Creek and one sailed off my head and hooked onto a branch over the Creek, so both were gone forever!”
She smiled and stopped, steadied herself but seemed a bit breathless, then asked what park I referenced. I told her Council Point Park and then I learned this was a favorite park for her and her late husband to stroll in, until she moved to the co-op apartments near Bishop Park after his passing. She said she was in her 90s and told me she never misses her daily stroll, unless the weather is snowy or icy … I told her that ugly Winter weather was my nemesis as well. We spoke of Lincoln Park – she had lived there for years as have I.
After a pleasant gab session, she said she had to move along as her son would be coming to visit soon and she didn’t want to be late. I told her I hoped I was still walking in my 90s and she said “you will be dear.”
My favorite shot of the day was this seagull who finally tired of being my subject and said “bye-bye, gotta fly!”
Idiosyncrasies of weirdly wonderful weather.
But now a note about this post today. I kept this Summery-like post for today due to the weather. We have had a miraculous run of warm and beautiful weather here in Southeast Michigan. How did we get so lucky to smash many longstanding records with temps soaring to 77F/21C day after day? Incredibly, one year ago today we awoke to an eight-inch (22 cms) snowfall. Our Veterans Day 2019 began with flurries that kept going nonstop all day. Of course, yesterday – reality finally reared its ugly head and we are back to November weather again. The snow and ice are welcome to stay at bay a little longer – just sayin’.