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Mother Nature is my nemesis sometimes …

Posted on May 10, 2018 by Linda Schaub

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The rain, the Park and other things

The jury’s still out on whether Spring has arrived yet. We’ve had a few more 70-degree days, as well as thunderstorms that typically whip up with all that heat and humidity, but tomorrow our high will be a mere 50 degrees. The normal Spring weather,which we looked forward to for so long, keeps retreating into a corner.

I’m convinced we are still a month behind in that ditty we memorized way back when about “March winds and April showers bring forth May flowers” … the showers in April were of the snow variety and it seems every other day in May it pours raining or storms. During my trip to the backyard to check on the progress of the lilacs, they had leafed out, but there were no blossoms yet. In the neighborhood, a magnolia bush that sported huge buds just a few days ago, now is full of large open blossoms.

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I was happy to eke out a walk this morning because the forecast originally called for rain (what else) and my trek to the Park was still kind of puddly from all the rain yesterday and overnight. On my way there I saw a few birds bathing in the street, splashing away in the many pools of water that formed near the curb. The robins were pecking and slurping up some long worms which had wriggled free from the earth as a result of all that rain. Those robins wore a defiant look as I neared them, as if to say “hey you, don’t step on my worm!” I wanted to say “don’t worry, I’ve already had my breakfast, thank you.”

I’ve scouted out some new parks to try out, but the threat of rain last weekend and the promised rain, (two inches in total), for this weekend, will have me tabling those treks a little longer.

My trip to the Park yesterday was enjoyable. On the heels of my statement that the geese and their offspring had been missing in action the past few days, I rounded the path by the old twisted tree and there were two families of geese, with all their goslings grazing companionably alongside their parents. This scenario was just a tease for you, because I’ll save those warm-and-fuzzy photos and narrative for the upcoming Mother’s Day holiday, plus an update on the baby robins as well.

I’ve been watching Council Point Park slowly come back to life. Gone are those bare branches which have now totally leafed out, lending a cozier feel to the Park. The bushes have likewise filled in, and only the reeds and swamp grass are still a dull and drab brown color. Perhaps this onslaught of rain will green up the rest of the Park.

Angels and butterflies for a life cut short

There are many memorial trees planted around the Park. They are all different varieties, each bearing a stone plaque of loved ones. Some people take great care with their memorial trees, laying down fresh mulch, planting flowers, putting balloons for birthdays, or decorating for the various holidays throughout the year.

This one tree, in particular, stands out every Spring because its delicate white blossoms arrive the same time as the tulips that are planted around the memorial stone.

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Butterflies with gossamer wings are fastened to the tree branches …

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… as well as an angel with the same delicate wings.

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I took a picture of the memorial stone as I wanted to know more about Erica Megan Sharick, who passed away at just 21 years old.

I thought I’d include that info with this post, but a Google search of her name revealed nothing. All year around, there are always angels of some kind adorning this tree, or reclining near the stone. It always makes me feel a little sad when I pass by.

On Monday the mowers arrived and cut the grass, but the dandelions have already returned. They are in abundance, and sometimes it appears my feathered and furry friends are lost among those familiar yellow weeds.

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A tough nut to crack

With the advent of a rainy weekend, I’ve decided that this year’s goal will be a tough nut to crack. My fine-feathered friends know all about that expression. Beaks are definitely not as sharp as a squirrel’s front teeth, and, when cardinals and red-winged blackbirds swoop down to snatch a peanut from under a squirrel’s nose, they often are perplexed how to eat it afterward. The cardinal is fairly adept if it’s a small peanut, but the red-winged blackbird, having finagled that treat, has to twist and turn it around to enjoy it.

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Today’s jaunt got me to 301 miles walked so far in 2018, leaving me 750 more miles to go to reach this year’s goal. Gulp! I hope to fulfill this goal, but this weather has to cooperate better. Mother Nature, help me out please!

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Tuesday Musings.

Posted on May 8, 2018 by Linda Schaub

This morning it was just 47 degrees when I stepped out the door. For at least an hour beforehand, I heard the foghorns making their low, long and mournful call down at the Detroit River, but I guess they were only practicing, since it was sunny and clear.

I hurried out, eager to get my five miles walked. I’ve been averaging five miles per day and need to step up my game a little on the weekends and get those steps done, then meander here and there with the camera. Sometimes that is better said, than done though.

After the delightful day at the Park on Sunday, yesterday and today have been a little blah. Only a handful of squirrels were on the pathway, Mom and Pop Goose and their wee ones weren’t out and about, nor were they taking their offspring for swimming lessons. Surely there must be more than one pair of geese with goslings?

What I did see, but didn’t much care for, was a red-winged blackbird that suddenly swooped down from a high tree and attempted to knock the robin off the nest she was plopped on. After this attack, the mother robin fought back, the two tangled, and after some angry-sounding chatter, both birds flew off. That red-winged blackbird was very aggressive, at least twice the size of the robin, and his unprovoked attack in her vulnerable state, i.e. protecting her brood (eggs or babies) made me feel a little sad. Another walker and I witnessed that attack and she said it likely wanted to steal the eggs, or babies. Even though the nest rests on a low branch, I still can’t see inside it, so I’m guessing she is still incubating those pretty blue eggs. I worried she might be hurt from the confrontation, but the next time around, she was back on the nest.

Sometimes nature is awesome … sometimes not so much.

I saw on Twitter that today is “World Walking Day and decided since I’ve taken a few walks in faraway countries, that today, and for each subsequent “World Walking Day”, I’ll create a post reflecting back on a different trip.

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So, to stray off the beaten path via the way-back machine, I’ll include some photos from a three-week Scandinavian and Russia trip taken in 1983. It was a land tour of Norway, Sweden, Finland and Denmark and included a daytime Norwegian fjord cruise, an overnight Baltic Sea cruise to cross from Sweden to Finland, and two plane trips, one from St. Petersburg to Moscow and the other from Moscow to Copenhagen. The trip was taken June 4^th to June 25th.

I’m going to choose a photo or two of me, representative of each country.

The first leg of our trip was Norway, and we landed in Bergen and went to Market Square to the Merchant’s Quay.

The Quay

We next traveled to the mountain railway station at Myrdal Valley which is 3,000 feet above sea level.

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After several days in Norway, our next country to visit was Sweden. Most of my photos in this country were scenery or architecture only, but, we spent the day at Stockholm’s Open-Air Museum, then went to our hotel where we dined on reindeer patties and lingonberries over ice cream and enjoyed an evening of folk dancing at the Skansen Entertainment Center. The woman in this picture was a fellow traveler in our group.

Marybelle and I Skansen

We left Sweden via an overnight cruise ship to Finland.

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In this photo I am standing in front of the Sibelius Monument which is dedicated to Finnish composer Jean Sibelius. The Park is in Helsinki, Finland.

Sibelius Monument

From Helsinki we traveled via rail to Leningrad. Our tour group stopped for lunch before our departure and one of the waiters tucked a red carnation from the vase on the table into my hair and wished me “safe travels” before we boarded the train.

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We spent a week in the U.S.S.R. altogether.

First we went to St. Petersburg for three days and I have many pictures of the architecture and landscape but no pictures of me there. Later in the week we boarded an Aeroflot Airlines puddle jumper for a short flight to Moscow.

This is a photo of my tour guide, Don Gilliland and me at the Moskva River. The Cathedral of the Annunciation and the Kremlin are in the background.

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In this shot you see the Cathedral of the Annunciation and the ornate St. Basil’s Cathedral in the background.

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Our last leg of the journey was in Denmark, and we flew from Moscow to Copenhagen and spent four days there.

While in Copenhagen, we took in the usual sights like the Little Mermaid statue and Langelinie Fountain and Pavilion.

Rosenborg Castle was a big hit with tourists as well.

Rosenborg Castle

It was planned that our last night of the tour would coincide with Midsummer Eve, so we spent the evening at Tivoli Gardens where there was celebration and fireworks that extended to the wee hours of the morning. Our hotel was across the street from Tivoli Gardens so I had many photos of the fireworks after we left.

Hope you enjoyed these photos on this “World Walking Day” … next year it will be one country only. Up next will be more signs of Spring from my favorite, go-to local venue, a/k/a Council Point Park, as I continue to walk my socks off!

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Spring Offspring!

Posted on May 7, 2018 by Linda Schaub

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If I had written a post yesterday, it would have extolled the virtues of a warm and sunny Sunday, a day that was just picture perfect. The Park was busy with most of the regular walkers, all there to enjoy the beautiful Spring day.

I took a slew of photos and was anxious to see and share them with you, but we had a horrific storm pop up in the two o’clock hour. That storm raged for several hours, running the gamut of thunder and lightning, hail up to an inch in diameter and torrential downpours. The house was pelted with hail from every angle, and rain came with such force, the water was level with the top of the curb. I watched from the front door, as one brave neighbor donned his poncho and took a rake in the teeming rain to clear out the sewer grate, which was causing our street and the cross-street to flood. All the tree buds and bits that had been flitting around and landed in the street had whooshed down to the drain and clogged it.

After the storm subsided, the afternoon was suddenly over, and I never recouped that lost “online time” so I deferred the post to today.

As I walked around Council Point Park yesterday, it seemed that Mother Nature was at her finest. I saw lush grass, a flawless blue sky, and the leaves had finally unfurled, providing a canopy of green as I traveled along the perimeter path. Songbirds trilled and thrilled me with their song, and Parker was dancing over my shoe tops, pleading for peanuts with pensive eyes and other whimsical antics.

It is appropriate in this week leading up to Mother’s Day, that I should spotlight Spring’s offspring, and I hope you enjoy them.

My first find was getting a glimpse at the goslings. My friend Ann Marie reported seeing some goslings and their parents at the man-made pond at her apartment building on Saturday. She texted me pictures of those cute and fuzzy chicks, so I was hopeful to see some of my own.

As I rounded the bend of the first walking loop, there they were, nestled together by the old twisted tree, sweet golden fuzz balls, with their proud parents nearby.

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I admired the first “batch” of the 2018 goslings, and was careful to stay far from them, while clicking away at these chicks. The goslings barely stirred the entire time I was there, including the parents who guarded their babies like sentries, not even moving a muscle.

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Reluctantly I moved along, fed a few more squirrels, a pair of cardinals and the red-winged blackbird. I stopped every walker I saw to tell them the first goslings had arrived at the Park.

I walked the entire perimeter path, which is two miles, and found myself back where I saw Mom and Pop Goose and their young ‘uns the first go-around. Only this time, they had moved out of their cozy alcove and were grazing. I was surprised to find the goslings were not as small as I originally thought – hmm, so where have they been hiding?

Of course, more warm-and-fuzzy photos had to be taken to share here.

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Begrudgingly, I tore myself away from the goose family to tackle another entire loop around Council Point Park.

I heard the steady drumming of a woodpecker very high up in a dead tree. While shielding my eyes from the sun, I scoured the weathered branches to find him. It was a large woodpecker, but it seems I startled him, as I saw a blur of wings and poof – he was gone.

But, glancing toward the sky for the elusive woodpecker had yielded another find … a robin’s nest on a low branch. I know I’d have seen it before, so it was obviously a new addition along my regular route. The mother robin was sitting on top of the rather messy-looking nest, with only her head and tail visible from my vantage point.

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Mama Robin’s eyes followed me as I took a few pictures, and she never moved a muscle. She guarded that cache of eggs with her life.

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I sure didn’t want to scare her, so I left quietly and returned to the primary purpose of my excursion … oh yeah, walking, with some bliss thrown in to set the Spring mood.

I mused that once the baby robins hatch, even more newborns will be roaming around Council Point Park in a few short weeks.

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Meanwhile, to update you on an earlier post, in Richmond, Virginia the new robins have arrived. You’ll recall I wrote about the robin’s nest my friend Evelyn discovered on her back porch a few weeks ago. I showed you some pictures of three eggs, then four eggs, plus a photo of Mama Robin keeping those eggs warm and toasty. https://lindaschaubblog.net/2018/04/27/spring-blessings/

Mama Robin rarely moved off the nest.

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When Evelyn put her dogs out each morning, she had her phone handy to monitor the “goin’s on” at the nest since Mama Robin usually flew off the nest once they walked out the back door.

Because the eggs were different sizes, on May 2^ndEvelyn noticed Mama Robin had been rotating the eggs, likely moving them around to give them equal warmth from her body. This reconfiguration of eggs happened just prior to “hatch day” as you’ll see below.

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The next day, May 3^rd, one of the eggs had a small crack in its beautiful blue shell – the hatching had begun!

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On May 4^th, Evelyn discovered three naked newborn robins, each with a tiny tuft of feathers, had made their entrance into the world. What a miracle! You’ll recall one egg was laid a day or two after the others, so it had some catching up to do. As you see in the next photo, that fourth and final egg remained in the nest, snugged up near the hatchlings. Evelyn assumed the remaining egg would hatch a day or so later.

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But, the very next day, Saturday the 5^th, sadly, there was no sign of the fourth egg in the nest. It was as if Mama Robin determined that hatchling was not going to make it and discarded the egg. So, it was just a trio of hatchlings remaining in the nest.

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The hatchings have grown in leaps and bounds – here is how they looked this morning. At least they resemble a bird. They are “all beak” and isn’t it amazing to see the blue veins in their tiny bodies?

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I researched to find more info on robin hatchlings and learned they will open their eyes at 5 days old. They will be ready to leave the nest when they are 13 days old when they will be almost the size of their parents. Amazing, when you look at those scrawny little bodies now. Once fledged from the nest, they will be capable fliers in just 10-15 days.

Look out world (and worms)!!

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Nutty Buddies Revisited.

Posted on May 5, 2018 by Linda Schaub

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The rain finally stopped late Friday afternoon. It had been raining or storming off and on for two days, and, when there appeared to be a lull in those incessant showers, I laced up my walking shoes and set out on a walk.

The water droplets might have ceased, but it was raining tree dander everywhere, thanks to the wind that was humming along around 12 mph. That breeze was just enough to cause green speckles to flutter down from the trees and go airborne. They landed on my clothes and the wind had whipped a big pile of them in front of the garage door.

I decided to stay in the neighborhood, but the winds suddenly picked up and were gusting mightily within a few blocks from home. With each gigantic puff of air, tree dander was flying fast and furiously. I was either sneezing, or on the verge of doing so, so I just gave up and headed home. Unfortunately, decades of allergy shots and a morning OTC pill will not cure my Spring allergies once the trees begin to open, and the high humidity sure wasn’t helping either.

That pesky rain continued off and on throughout Friday, and all the while the winds raged. I swear the house felt like it was swaying back and forth and there were ominous-sounding creaks when peak gusts of 61 mph hit around 1:00 p.m. Years ago, when I worked at an ad agency in the Ren Cen, (then the tallest building in downtown Detroit), on a windy day, just for kicks, the art directors would tape string onto a pencil and hang it on their cork boards, then they’d watch that pencil swing back and forth like a pendulum each time a hefty gust of wind hit the building. Thankfully, I did not lose my power here at home, but I was at the tail end of a project when the electricity went out at work and disconnected me from my work computer. Almost 300,000 Michiganders lost power from this latest storm and the event even made the national news

Today dawned with weather that had no attitude at all. It was overcast with just a hint of sun, but thankfully it was dry and not too windy.

I hustled down to Council Point Park where Spring continues to roll out very slowly. That’s not counting the dandelions which have taken over the Park and will be fodder for another day’s post.

There was just a handful of walkers on the perimeter path when I arrived. I pulled the Ziploc bag of peanuts out of my pocket when I saw a passel of squirrels racing over to greet me. I had just filled up fresh packets this morning and when I opened the bag, they smelled so good.

I scattered some peanuts, then reached for the camera, addressing the crowd of my furry friends that circled around me by asking politely “any takers?”

In my peripheral vision I saw a squirrel high up, calculating how to get to ground level in record time, and I imagined him thinking “oh boy, Linda’s here – hold on, I’m on my way down, so don’t forget me!”

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Another squirrel had already begun his descent by scrambling down a tree.

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A couple of enterprising squirrels did the I’ll-just-sit-on-my-haunches-and-look-cute-routine hoping their cute antics would warrant a few more peanuts.

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I complied, and once they got a treat, they ran over to a corner, or back up in the tree with their prize. Yup, peanut nirvana is easily accomplished up in the tree, or, at least by getting away from the fray, since what squirrel wants a bird to come along and peck its nose to get out of their way? So the squirrels execute some fancy footwork, and hightail it way above ground level.

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Or, they simply slink over to the nearest tree to nosh on their nut in peace and quiet.

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If you’ll recall my original post entitled “Nutty Buddies” it is not just the squirrels that share in this peanut-eating frenzy. Our fine-feathered friends are front and center as well. For those new followers who have not seen that post, here is the link: https://lindaschaubblog.net/2018/03/24/nutty-buddies/

After that post back in March, a well-meaning blogger suggested that I not use peanuts for the birds as peanuts contain Aspergillus, a type of mold which could make the birds sick. Well, that notion is easier said than done. I bought safflower seeds and after strewing them on the walking path several times, the cardinals turned up their noses, er … beaks, at them. I even tried those safflower seeds with the neighborhood cardinals and they showed no interest in eating them either. My intentions were good, but invariably a peanut gets scammed by an enterprising cardinal …

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… or a savvy red-winged blackbird, who likewise has the swift moves down pat when it comes to honing in on a peanut on the asphalt pathway. His brilliant wing “epaulets” add color in the still-bare landscape, as he scopes out the walking path, ready to make a move to abscond with a peanut when the squirrels aren’t looking. He hops from the lowest branch and quickly swoops in for his treat before any squirrels can shoo him away.

It’s a dog-eat-dog world at the Park sometimes and the critters’ antics give me a smile.

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Birds of a feather …

Posted on May 2, 2018 by Linda Schaub

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… flock together.

It was crowded on the perimeter path at Council Point Park this morning, despite my earlier-than-usual arrival to beat the heat. Yes “beat the heat” … you read that correctly. It was already 62 degrees when I left the house, and 71 degrees by the time I returned home. This sudden Summerfest is just incredible, since three days ago I was wearing woolens. Today, as the walkers flocked down to the walking path at Council Point Park, we were dressed similarly in tee-shirts and capris or shorts.

Although there were many walkers pounding that asphalt trail, it was fairly quiet as each one was lost in thought, merely mouthing “hello” or “good morning” when we passed one another like two ships in the night.

It was peaceful, that is, except for a few fractious geese that were honking their heads off every so often. It was so quiet I could hear the squirrels enjoying their peanuts, that cracking noise as they crunched into the shell. Yup, that quiet.

I want to write about the robin at the Park today. He was hopping on the grass near the walking trail, as he studied the ground for grubs and/or worms. He picked up the occasional piece of grass or twig, discarding it when he realized it had no nutritional value.

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This robin redbreast continued stabbing the ground but came up empty. The ground was dry, and likely, despite two days of hot weather, still cold from our chilly Spring. With no worms or grubs to be found, he looked up and saw me watching him. I said “after all this rain, you’ll have worms galore.” All I got was a scowl for my sympathy.

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Perhaps he was hungry and he knew I couldn’t accommodate him – robins don’t “do” peanuts, so I didn’t toss out any.

The tee-shirts and shorts have emerged from the depths of bureau drawers where we packed them away long ago for this imposter Summer, and also brought a welcome sight, my first cabbage white butterfly which flitted around my front yard as I was walking up the driveway. It danced around the dandelions which cropped up overnight.

This post is short and sweet as we have stormy weather which just erupted, the result of too hot, too soon temps. More rain and storms are destined in the next 48 hours. Though I’ve whined about the Winter, then chilly Spring … this hot weather is not to my liking either, so perhaps I’m just a malcontent?!

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Tuesday Musings.

Posted on May 1, 2018 by Linda Schaub

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Mayday! Mayday! Spring is missing? Where did it go?

We zoomed from our chilly Spring weather to a whopping, summery-feeling 85 degrees – whew! The weatherman said it was the first time we hit a temperature of 85 since October 3^rd. When I heard that, I agreed it was a long time; he later added it had been 210 days. But really?! We went from almost Winter-like temps to July or August temps in one day!

I had a spring in my step when I departed for my walk. It was breezy this morning and felt good walking with my hair in a loose top knot, the soft breeze teasing the tendrils around my face and airing out my brain. I thought I needed a jacket, and did not, and ended up looping it around my waist, so it did not hinder any feeding and picture-taking activities at the Park. Perhaps I need to have my mother dress me as that expression goes, since I’m having a difficult time finding a happy medium for what to wear these days, and I believe that mindset comes from dressing like Nanook of the North all those months.

This first warm day is to be savored, especially after the Winter and Spring we’ve just endured. As I crossed the parking lot at Council Point Park, I noticed how many vehicles were there. It was not only the usual walkers or joggers, but today the path was shared with pooches, bicyclists and baby strollers.

The greening of Council Point Park is finally coming to fruition, with a few more saplings unfurling their tender leaves.

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In the neighborhood, the ornamental bushes and trees suddenly are dripping blossoms from every branch. Today I saw forsythia bushes and weeping cherry and magnolia trees.

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Creeping phlox, daffodils, tulips and hyacinths now appear in dribs and drabs, poking their colorful blooms through soil and unkempt-looking mulch beds.

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While there are not fifty shades of Spring on this first day of May, we’ll breathe a collective sigh of relief because we know the best is yet to come.

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Hurrying and scurrying along the perimeter path.

Posted on April 30, 2018 by Linda Schaub

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There was increased activity on the perimeter path yesterday and today. Not only has the warmer weather brought all the regular walkers back from their basement treadmills and the local shopping malls, but I believe every single squirrel at Council Point Park was out of their trees and hustlin’ for peanuts.

Having just passed the five-year anniversary of walking at my favorite nature nook, I’ve come to the conclusion that squirrel mamas and papas teach their young ‘uns to hustle for peanuts as soon as they are old enough to “work the trail” … yup, pointers are passed on to the next generation, so they know all the savvy tricks to appeal to animal lovers. Cute antics like standing on your haunches with a pleading look, scrambling on all fours while flicking that furry tail, or even dancing around on your benefactor’s shoes, are all moves that squirrel magnets like myself find endearing. Endearing translates to doling out extra peanuts for those select few that try harder.

I’ll bet that squirrel parents even teach their wee ones how to play both ends against the middle.

I understand the art of “playing both ends against the middle” because, as an only child, I had to blaze new trails when one parent said “no” as there was no older sibling for me to protest that they had rights, thus so should I. Instead, if the relief requested was denied, I’d hustle over to the other parent to plead my case/state my request for whatever was happening at that time. Of course, I thought I was pretty smart until one day my mom said “Linda, are you playing both ends against the middle with me? What did your father say?” My response was “what does that mean?” then to pretend that notion had never entered my mind, but I think they were both wise when I resorted to such antics.

Likewise, the squirrels try that same trick. There are two other people who feed them peanuts. The two gentleman usually arrive around the same time or shortly before me. Sometimes I’ll see those furry pals chowing down on the opposite side of the walking loop, but they’ll come scurrying over to my side like they are absolutely starving, just as soon as I set foot on the perimeter path, or even in the parking lot, they’ll hunt me down. My little furry friends are fickle sometimes.

In yesterday’s post, I mentioned a passel of squirrels who were swarming around. People smiled and remarked on their presence since there were more than usual, and the same thing happened again this morning.

Yesterday, Mike, a fellow walker and another squirrel magnet, ended up at the beginning of the trail at the same time as me. However, he was coming from the opposite side. So we stopped to chit-chat, and in our respective peripheral vision each of us saw a few squirrels moseying over to us. Just like Pavlov’s dog, we simultaneously opened our bags of peanuts in anticipation of the “rush” of furry pals. Sure enough, soon a contingent of squirrels raced over.

But, those squirrels were a bit perplexed, and I could almost hear the gears clicking in their minds: “wow, this is awkward, who do we go to first and will they both give us peanuts?”

We were laughing as the squirrels surrounded us. First, four, six, then a few more, until soon there were a dozen squirrels circling us. Mike kept saying “I’ve never seen anything like this – where did they all come from?” It was amusing and I took some photos of our furry friends as they darted to and fro. I was able to only get about four in a picture at one time. Those squirrels are faster than the shutter speed on the camera because many of the shots ended up as images of snouts or tails only, and some were just the asphalt trail with no squirrels at all in the picture.

Then I took a few photos of Mike, who asked “want a picture of me feeding them by hand?” I gasped and said “you do that?” “Sure, all the time” he said, “they eat right out of my hand.” I’m a little timid when it comes to hand-feeding, even with my favorite pal Parker, but here is Mike enticing a few squirrels to come up to him.

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Then another photo of him feeding one of our peanut pals.

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So, the squirrels were double-dippin’ but who could blame them? It’s was an overlong Winter and a wicked Spring for all of us, so I’ll overlook the pushy ploys by those peanut pals.

I’ll leave you with this quote:

Animals have a knowing when someone has a good heart through their vibrations and feel safe being close to that human ~ Thomas Barrett

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The Early Bird Catches the Worm.

Posted on April 29, 2018 by Linda Schaub

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Saturday began with a soggy start and the entire day was nothing special weather-wise. I just walked in the ‘hood and decided not to write a post about it.

But today was a different story. There’s nothing like bright sunshine to start your day off right – that sun even made me forgive Mother Nature for making it downright cold on April 29^th. The pointer of the thermometer on my neighbor’s deck hovered right at the freezing mark when I left the house this morning. Of course, it could be worse – to put it into perspective, the weatherman told us the western part of New York was getting lake-effect snow.

I shed a couple of articles of clothing, but was reluctant to get rid of the hat and fingerless mitts, so just 7 ½ different items as I swapped the knit hat for a knitted headband instead.

My first destinations were at the Detroit River to two different parks. I saw no sense in driving to Heritage Park or Elizabeth Park, as beautiful as those two venues are, because the trees have not leafed out and there is nothing much to see there now … I’ll give it a few more weeks and visit then.

First, I headed to Bishop Park in Wyandotte. As I neared the marina, I saw many pickup trucks with boat trailers lined up along Biddle Avenue, so I knew I was not going to be the first one at the riverfront. I saw the cabin cruisers and luxury boats still shrink-wrapped and up on blocks … those boat owners are not going to put their pride and joy into the slips in the still-cold water.

Talk about the early bird catching the worm – those fisherman likely beat me by an hour as you see above.

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A breeze was blowing and it was quite chilly at the waterfront. There were several men standing or sitting on stools, bundled up in wool caps and gloves and Winter coats, as they patiently sat, poles in hand or propped up against the railing, hoping for a bite. Still other fisherman were out in their boats or fishing along the smaller pier.

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I chatted with a few of them as I strolled along the water’s edge and some already had caught a few fish. They told me the walleye were running. The water sparkled as the sun hit it. I walked a half mile, then drove over to Dingell Park.

I had the same peaceful feeling at John Dingell Park, or Ecorse Park as it is also referred to. I knew it was too early for the swans to have cygnets as the ones at Council Point Park were just building a nest last week and the eggs take six weeks to incubate, so this was just a mallard meet-and-greet event.

Just like at Bishop Park, fisherman likewise lined the pier, hopeful for a bite.

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I know who did get a bite, and that was the ducks who were by the pavilion where I stationed myself with a cellophane bag of oyster crackers. I like using them because they float on the top of the water, so none get wasted. The three early bird mallards who were nosing around the reeds for breakfast got an unexpected treat and they honed right in and proceeded to gobble them up. Oddly enough, no other ducks joined them.

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See … the early bird catches the worm also works well in this instance. Those mallards had their ducks in a row this morning, didn’t they?

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The seagulls, those scavengers that ruin every food fest at the river’s edge, must have been snoozing since the mallards got about ten minutes of good eating before the first seagull flew in to join the party at the river’s edge.

One seagull tried balancing on the water to eat some crackers, but he made an ungraceful swoop, got all wet, so he and his wounded feelings beat a hasty retreat shortly after this photo was taken.

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The seagulls buzzed and swooped for a few minutes then departed – someone on the boats must’ve had goodies as I saw them hanging around way down the river. One hanger-on kept looking at me hopefully in case I had more treats.

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I walked the waterfront twice for about another 1/2 mile then got in the car and drove to Council Point Park.

The grass had really greened up since I was there on Friday and a few more of those seedlings and saplings have leafed out, but it is not a grand show of color yet. I saw some dandelions, but that is about all.

The squirrels, led by Parker, came running over like we were long-lost friends. I chastised them for not coming over to see me on Friday and said “I didn’t punish you by not showing up yesterday, but instead I walked in the ‘hood and fed the ‘hood squirrels.” They made no apologies, and neither did I, but as they circled around me I had a flashback wherein I felt like Ms. Montie, the children’s librarian at the Lincoln Park Library eons ago.

By the time we moved here from Canada, I was well past the age of being read to by Ms. Montie, but I can remember going to the library to do research for book reports and term papers, and there was Ms. Montie, her glasses hanging down on a string, resting on her ample bosom, and her knitted shawl wrapped loosely around her shoulders. She “held court” by sitting on a small stool while the kids sat on equally squat stools, so she was always at eye level with her charges. Once everyone was quiet and stationed in their seat, she put on her glasses and begin to read a storybook. She would tell that tale with animation and fanfare much to the delight of the little children. So, I likewise commanded the attention of at least ten squirrels at one time today. Everyone who walked by me remarked on the crowd of squirrels I had today. I told those walkers that half my allowance goes for peanuts so they’d better be showing me some love! I dispensed peanuts for a while and when everyone was satisfied, I headed off to walk, the main reason I was there after all. The first two venues were mostly for photos, although I can’t resist a cute squirrel pose, so here are a few from Council Point Park.

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A gaggle of geese were grateful for the grass that is fast becoming lush and they were in their glory as they nibbled delicately on the tender blades.

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Today the group of about eight geese seemed unfazed as I rounded the bend, and there was no hissing or histrionics like Friday when I was treated to the pink tongue and wing flapping when all I did was stroll by.

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As I passed the cement landing, a pair of geese were standing at attention. I don’t know whether they were soul searching or merely sunbathing, but they looked deep in thought.

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They posed this way and that as I watched them, happily clicking shot after shot, then suddenly they must have had some secret code because there was one honk and in a flurry they were off.

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Next, I heard a red-bellied woodpecker, and, for the first time ever, I was able to get a picture of one of these beautiful birds as he drilled into the tree.

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I often hear the woodpeckers at the Park and I’ll glance up in the tree and see that red patch on the back of the head jerking back and forth while it taps away in staccato-like movements. I gazed up at that tall tree and this little guy sure was gathering no moss as he moved from one side of the tree to the other, trying to find a fresh place to drill. No wonder he had such a difficult time finding a drilling spot if you take a close look at the tree and its decay and how it is already riddled with “drill holes”.

Here he is giving me the side eye as he perches in the decayed wood.

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Also included in the miscellaneous and sundry array of birds on this Sunday morning were a cardinal, red-winged blackbird and a heron. This trio needs to remain as images in my head because as I caught sight of each of them, I had squirrels dancing around my feet and standing on their haunches for more peanuts, and, having only two hands, I couldn’t take a picture and dispense peanuts simultaneously, so something had to give. There will be plenty of opportunities for photos, once I don’t need to fumble with gloves and can access the peanuts more readily then digging into the Ziploc bag each time.

Both the cardinal and the red-winged blackbird flew down from their respective trees to snatch a peanut I’d put out for the squirrels. The heron got spooked as I walked past and was giving him the once-over while trying to determine whether that grayish blob in the tree was a bird or part of the tree. He answered my unspoken question when suddenly the tree moved and all I saw was a grayish underbelly and a wide wingspan as he took flight.

Perhaps heading out the door on this frosty morning was not for everyone, but it was a perfect outing and a chance to get lots of pictures to share in this post, plus I reached 251 miles walked so far in 2018. Now, I only have 800 miles more to reach my goal by year end. Whew!

So maybe the early bird really does catch the worm after all.

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Spring blessings.

Posted on April 27, 2018 by Linda Schaub

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This morning had a Spring-y feel about it.

I walked out of the door and noticed the neighbor’s miniature weeping cherry tree had erupted into frothy pink blooms, so I decided at that very moment that perhaps Spring had finally pushed through the cloud of uncertainty about whether it would ever get here.

I’ve been shedding layers all week and today was no exception. While I am glad the frosty weather is gone so I can finally leave the squall coat at home, I do miss its many features, like a hidden pocket to tuck away the camera, or the large cargo pockets to stuff the peanuts into. I had to reconfigure my wardrobe a bit as my coat had slit pockets, which weren’t “stuffable” at all. Quite frankly, I needn’t have worried about toting peanuts as my furry friends were a no-show at the Park today – so what’s up with that?

Since the Park is still wearing its Winter drab colors, I have to put on my rose-colored glasses to find something good to crow about today’s walk, since the critters did nothing to enhance my journey.

Yesterday, on two different occasions, walkers wanted to show me some “wildlife” so I could get some photos. In both instances, I craned my neck and strained my eyes and could not see either one, which leads me to think I need a prescription for stronger eyeglasses, not just rose-colored lenses.

First, Paul pulled me off the trail to show me a muskrat which was paddling furiously across the Creek. I squinted and blamed the sun for only seeing the trail of water his long tail was creating. The second occasion was Janet, with her binoculars trained across the Creek. She had spotted a black-crowned night heron and wanted me to see it. With my naked eye I didn’t do so well and I didn’t pull the camera out either, because that heron soon grew weary of two women gazing at him, so he lifted off the dead tree and flew down the narrow Creek passage.

But, it was not all “Dullsville” at Council Point Park today. A few signs of life were evident. Though no leaves were on the trees, I saw some wayward sprigs of green on spindly-looking seedlings, whose origin was likely last Spring’s crop of maple “helicopters” that landed in some dirt along the water’s edge.

Today is Arbor Day and the trees made a poor showing, but I’m going to use this quote anyway because it’s true:

“I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.” ~Henry David Thoreau

I must make the following disclaimer: I did not take the picture of the pretty blue robin’s eggs above. Our robins are not even in the mood for mating yet – it’s been way too cold!

My friend Evelyn, who lives in Richmond, Virginia has been telling me about the robin at her house and sent me some photos. Mama robin and her mate were both proactive and industrious. A few weeks ago they built a nest on her deck railing between the electric box and the cable wires. They completed the nest then flew off to parts unknown. After nearly a week’s time, Evelyn figured they abandoned the nest, or forgot where they built it, so she threw it in the garbage. A few days later, another nest had been built in the exact same place. Those robins were no fools! This time Evelyn did not disturb the nest.

Every day another egg was added to the nest.

Three … and counting.

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Four eggs – all done.

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So now it is incubating time and Mama robin sits all day to keep those eggs warmed for the next 10 to 14 days when they will hatch.

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Then Evelyn will send along some baby pictures to me.

But there is more new life about to happen. Evelyn’s daughter (who is pictured above) will give birth in the next week. It will be a race to see which blessings arrive first … a little boy which will be Evelyn’s first grandchild or four robin hatchlings.

To either family, be it the Beaumonts, or the birds … it will be a Spring blessing for sure.

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March winds and April showers.

Posted on April 26, 2018 by Linda Schaub

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The morning weather was nasty on Tuesday and Wednesday, putting the kibosh on walking due to drizzly, dreary, damp and dismal conditions. How’s that for a description dripping with alliteration?

As I walked along the perimeter path this morning, I was pondering that our weather, albeit fickle with those few bouts of snow as late as two weeks ago, has been true to that ditty that we all chanted when we were little nippers: “March winds and April showers bring forth May flowers.” Unfortunately May is just around the corner and I have not seen a hint of any flowers, save for a few crocuses and snowdrops back in February and the small contingent of weather-beaten daffodils remaining after the others were destroyed during the torrential rain storms last weekend.

Even the harbinger of Spring, the golden-colored forsythia bushes, have not yet put in an appearance. Down at the park, the trees are bare and the reeds and swamp grass which stir gently in the wind when I pass, are still drab looking and dried up.

The blah landscape, now so devoid of color, seems unnatural this far into Spring.

I sure was antsy to get out and walk and I headed right down to my favorite nature nook, not only because it is National Park Week, but also because I had a celebration of sorts today … it was five years ago on this date that I discovered Council Point Park.

I’ve wondered many times since I first meandered down there, why I never visited that Park before? Of course I never began my walking regimen until 2011, and had only heard of Council Point Park because that had been the venue for our informal 30^th high school class reunion. The x-ray tech at my mom’s orthopedic doctor’s office, also a former high school pal, was on the reunion committee and she urged me to go since it was close to my house. I skipped the event, which I later learned was attended by only a handful of people from our class, a graduating class which had numbered 613 students. The attendees gathered under the Park pavilion to grill hamburgers and hotdogs, nibble sheet cake and the funds they collected for the reunion enabled them to plant a memorial tree and stone plaque to honor our classmates from Lincoln Park High School’s Class of ’73 that had passed away.

At the time when Sandy mentioned this reunion event, I racked my brain to pinpoint where this Council Point Park was, just a mile from my house? But, I never did investigate.

On the morning of Friday, April 26, 2013, I had a little extra time to kill since my boss was on vacation in Australia traveling in a catamaran, sailing along the Great Barrier Reef. The radio station I listen to had been touting an event spanning several days at Council Point Park commemorating the 250th anniversary of Chief Pontiac’s council. As part of the ceremony that weekend, a permanent marker would be placed to recognize that memorial gathering.

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The event sounded a little boring, however, the lure of viewing authentic wigwams and birch bark canoes was intriguing, so I headed to the Park for a look-see. A large stone with an engraved plaque recognizing that historical event sits at the entrance to the Park and is pictured above. But there was little else to see, except a large Park seemingly smack dab in the center of a bustling city. I saw what appeared to be an asphalt walking path and decided to “go for it” and thus began a fascination with this nature nook.

Since I usually wear a pedometer, I’ve kept a record of miles trod through the years, and I’d have to say, without consulting my records, more miles have been spent at this venue than anywhere else I’ve walked since I began the walking regimen in 2011. I’ve written about the Park’s “wilderness” as well as the Creek that runs along the edge of the path in Loop #1 and part of the wide-open spaces of Loop #2. Of course you already know about the frequent escapades with the resident critters. It is a delightful venue which never disappoints.

The landscape at Council Point Park will soon come to life once again, and, in a couple more weeks I will be telling you about the carpet of dandelions, the trees that are leafing out, or the bushes groaning with black raspberries. The goslings and ducklings will be toddling after their parents, while we, the walkers on the perimeter path, will be careful to keep our distance from our fine-feathered friends, for their sake and ours. The songbirds will sing even more sweetly than they did this morning, and I will struggle to whistle back at them, matching note for note. This ambiance at this Park is something to look forward to after an over-long Winter and a Spring, which can’t seem to gain traction, much like my walking regimen sometimes.

In the meantime, I’ll share a post from last Summer of the nooks and crannies that are Council Point Park in its glory. I could have done a screen shot of a Google map which better exemplifies the 2.2 mile perimeter path and 27 acres that are my near-daily stomping grounds, but that image is copyrighted.

There is a backstory to this post. On Tuesday I told you about the rock craze that began here last year. My friend and neighbor, Marge Aubin, was housebound due to her COPD, so she spent many days painting and decorating rocks. She gave some to me to hide at Council Point, then she watched for their discovery on the Facebook Downriver Rocks site. After Marge passed away, her granddaughter brought over all her finished rocks for me to hide around Council Point Park. They were mostly small or medium-sized rocks, and I took them to the Park a few days later. I wrote a post about hiding these rocks and shared it on the Downriver Rocks Facebook site: https://lindaschaubblog.net/2017/08/18/nooks-and-crannies/

In that post, I wended my way around the Park, looking for hidey holes for those rocks in a venue which I know like the back of my hand. I thought the people who now follow this blog might like to see some places around the Park besides just where my furry and feathered friends hang out.

So now we’ll await the “real Spring” while tapping a foot or crossing our arms impatiently. Next week we will hit the 80-degree mark … the trees will suddenly leaf out and there will be no more bare branches filled with squirrels, cardinals and red-winged blackbirds, nor glimpses of downy woodpeckers. No more critter nests will be exposed as the trees will all fill in. The Park will come alive once again, and I will continue to walk there with a smile on my face and a spring in my step.