Season’s Eatings!!

Today’s post was originally intended to be a Wordless Wednesday giggle about sharing the love with my furry and feathered friends. But instead, it morphed into a regular post, thanks to two enterprising Eastern Gray Squirrels, who made it their business to eat or hide a baker’s dozen of whole walnuts all on their very own.

So that feat begs the question: “where were all the other walnut eaters?” Walnuts are always a big draw for the squirrels and, admittedly, it was not the prettiest of mornings, cold and gray – so perhaps the others remained tucked in their respective nests? The photos below may look like it’s just one squirrel, but I assure you it was a piggy PAIR of furry friends that showed up, took inventory of the goodies, then swiveled their heads around searching for other treat eaters and discovered nary a one. So, as I stood there, camera in hand, taking in the scene, I imagined the gears clicking in their respective tiny heads … “woo hoo, no one’s here, just us … so let’s go for it!”

And so they did. The pair scurried back and forth, alternately noshing, burying or otherwise hauling their prized walnuts away, perhaps for the family, or maybe a snack later.

You all know humans who hog the goodies, whether it’s a tray of cookies, or chips and dip, skillfully positioning themself in a corner where they may feast gorge to their heart’s desire. We had someone at the law firm years ago who fit that very description. “E” was always the first on the scene to stake a claim (many claims) on whatever eats, treats or sweets were laid out on the kitchen table, especially around the holidays, when employees baked and brought in treats galore to share with coworkers. Yep, “E” had the audacity to feast, plus grab a napkin and stuff his pockets for later. He’d stake out my office and when I left it, he ran over to the candy dishes of chocolates I always put out at any of the holidays throughout the year. I’d hear about it from others and besides, there were telltale signs like empty wrappers on the floor, or on my desk … even thrown into the candy dish! Bad etiquette there for sure! Sometimes “E” would be in such a hurry, he dropped foil-wrapped chocolates on the carpet … nice, real nice. So this duo kinda reminded me of “E” and his antics.

Of course during this great walnut heist, there was the occasional appreciative sniff of a cranberry, or a pecan or almond, but those were second-string treats to be enjoyed later, kind of like dessert.

“Hmm – what’s this? I’ll investigate later.”

As mentioned, the walnuts were the primo prize. These are a few of my favorite shots.

“Oh, there’s two walnuts left – how did I miss ’em before?”
“Off I go to bury this one for Christmas Day.”
“I don’t need no stinkin’ nutcracker to eat walnuts, just my two front teeth!”

Next was the smorgasbord of nuts to nosh on. There was a pause to glance at the array of goodies, including the birdseed bells and suet; those treats were for the Jays, Cardinals and if Rex, the Red-Bellied Woodpecker happened by.

Stepping in the suet is bad form, akin to double dippin’ your chip.
“I dunno, but this seed bell piques my interest … peanuts first though.”

Peanuts were a safe bet and could be taken “to go” so they became #2 in this feeding frenzy.

[Sniff, sniff] … “I want the freshest and biggest ones!”
“Peanuts rule!”
“I’m gonna bury a few for when Linda doesn’t show up.”
“I love peanuts but I’m getting full. Burp!”

All this munchkin mischief took place at the Safe Haven Tree, so named for the weeping branches tickling the ground that surround the trunk like a natural fortress. Those rigid tree branches help keep predators like swooping hawks at bay. But, I also put treats under the pavilion area on a picnic table, and, by the time I left on this particular day as snowflakes began a’flyin’, the goodies remained untouched. I’m pretty sure these gray squirrels checked this location out too.

Treats and trail mix waiting to be claimed by hungry critters.
Goodies galore – who will get them after I leave?

I intended to return the following day (Sunday) and inspect and photograph what remained of the goodies, but Mother Nature interceded with freezing rain, so I passed on that excursion. By the time I returned to Council Point Park on Monday morning, the squirrels had decimated the set-up and very little remained of these holiday treats, just a few inverted suet dishes which I assume were not up to snuff with the squirrels’ palate. The birds would not be strong enough to flip the suet dishes, so I had to do so.

I hope you are similarly feasting on holiday treats, maybe more calorie laden than these.

Today’s goodies.

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Christmas cheer at Heritage Park.  #Wordless Wednesday  #Bulbs and baubles  #O Christmas Tree

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Fall foliage foray.

Colorful leaves were the highlight of this Sunday stroll at Heritage Park. I really hesitated to use “Halloween excursion” as this post’s title since we are now immersed in the Christmas holiday season, but this trip did indeed happen on Halloween.

I had been monitoring the foliage colors on the Facebook site “Heritage Park Photo of the Day” and it looked like the red, orange and gold of those gorgeous Maple trees were finally at peak.

We’d had a solid day of rain Friday, then scattered rain most of Saturday, thus no walk for me either day. So I began my morning by hustling down to Council Point Park to feed the squirrels and birds. Those peanut eaters were eager to see me, especially the squirrels which scurried over for a meet-and-greet-and-eat as quickly as I could get the peanuts out of the bag. Yep, I got it – two days away while all of my furry friends were trying to sock away peanuts for Winter, so where the heck was The Peanut Lady? I did two loops (two miles) and chatted with fellow walker Joann, then hightailed it to Heritage Park.

Any port, er … pond in a storm.

Due to the recent rains, I certainly was NOT surprised to see the makeshift “pond” was still a draw for the Heritage Park waterfowl. Some Mallards were still napping on the fringes of the “pond” or paddling around and the Canada Geese were enjoying their morning swim or grazing nearby …

…then a few crossed the road, holding up production, to join their dry brethren who declined a chilly water splash. There was a passel of them, but these were pulling up the rear.

The sun made for pretty reflections, just like the last time, of the church.

Me and mud don’t mix.

I knew any of the big parks would be a soggy mess and I hoped the “pond” would be the only low spot that collected water, but that was not the case. There were many large pools of water on the asphalt path …

… forcing me to walk on the muddy grass – check out my shoes.

And, as my heavy walking shoes sank into the muddy grass and brown goo oozed up, I was thinking “oh dear God, please don’t let this be liquefied goose poop!!”

I gritted my teeth with a grimace that I’m sure mirrored that of this teddy bear pumpkin near the covered bridge.

I found a patch of clean, wet grass that seemed to be minus mud and/or goose poop, and, using a curb like a boot scraper, mercifully those shoe soles were almost pristine again. Whew!

I decided no straying over near Coan Lake. Nope, I was not a fan of mud puddles nor mud pies as a kid and I still am not.

By the time I finished taking photos at the “pond” the sun was in full force and from the parking lot the colorful leaves seemed to take on a glow.

Some leaves still had raindrops.

One of the reasons I love Fall is the colorful leaves and trees ablaze in orangey tones – they were plentiful that day.

There was an event two days before called “Hallow-Palooza” and it was celebrated despite a driving rain. I saw the photos on the Facebook site Saturday and there were a lot of Halloween touches here and there, so I hoped the décor was left intact. I was especially interested if I could photograph “Skelly” the Taylor Historical Society’s resident skeleton, who is often artfully posed in various historical buildings for special park events. Skelly was adorned with a costume in this FB post but he was definitely MIA on my visit.

But one of Skelly’s cousins was peeking out the old Log Cabin at me.

Here is more Halloween decor at Heritage Park, the Petting Farm and Botanical Gardens.

The Petting Farm had some eerie sounds blaring from their barn loudspeaker and some cute decorations.

The Conservatory & Botanical Gardens had removed about 90% of their potted flowers, so it was a bit bare minus the tropical plants which are overwintered at volunteer’s homes and returned to this venue in the Spring. There were a few rose bushes still blooming though – this was one.

At last year’s Autumn visit there were gourds of every variety tucked amongst the flowers …this time, all that remained for harvest season were these mini pumpkins on a garland.

It was a perfect day for a Sunday stroll at one of my favorite parks. I added 4 ½ more miles to my early morning two miles, so 6½ miles for the day. I returned to Heritage Park the first weekend of December to get some shots of the holiday décor and those photos will be this week’s Wordless Wednesday post.

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As kids, we called each wisp a “Santa Claus” and captured them to make a wish.  #Wordless Wednesday #Milkweed seeds

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Walk for the Wild

I saw this 5K event advertised on one of the park sites I follow on Twitter. After signing up, I gleaned a few factoids which I’m going to pepper throughout this post, like this one: did you know there is a national wildlife refuge within an hour’s drive of most metropolitan areas?

I participated in this virtual 5K event on Saturday, October 9th. As you can see from the header image, although I had from October 9th through October 16th to participate, since Mother Nature’s wily ways had wrecked several planned weekend excursions already, that day’s weather was sunny, albeit hot, so off I went on day #1 of the event.

To say it was hot was an understatement. As previously mentioned in another post, our weather folks had cleverly coined our unusual heat wave as “Augtober” or “Octoaster” – it was 15 degrees above normal in the morning. I left the house in short sleeves and before I would return home, having walked a whopping 7.4 miles altogether, the weather was downright sultry. It was 72 degrees F (22C) when I reached the car to drive home in the early afternoon.

I stopped at Council Point Park earlier that morning to walk and I did that one-mile loop to feed my furry and feathered friends. I knew I would plan on being gone at least four or five hours, as I wasn’t trying to win any accolades for my speed in completing the 5K, especially as I planned to meander along, taking some photos and dealing with the heat.

This 5K was in conjunction with National Wildlife Refuge Week.

When I registered for this 5K, I had to designate the wildlife refuge where I would participate. There are 500 such wildlife refuges across the nation. I chose the Detroit River International Wildlife Refuge (DRIWF)/Humbug Marsh in Trenton, Michigan. I have been there several times since it opened in October 2020. There was a suggested route to complete the 5K (3.2 miles), but I knew I would likely double it to bulk up my miles.

I parked and headed toward the Visitor Center to see if any notices about this event were posted. There were a few signs, including this one about the starting point and another regarding distances.

First you needed to hike down to the end of the Korneffel Fishing Pier. I took this photo to show how the walkway seemingly goes on forever – it is a whopping 700 feet (213 meters) long and juts out into the western Trenton Channel.

From the very edge of the pier, I noticed many dark-colored birds in a few trees. There were 28 birds to be exact. My interest was piqued and initially I couldn’t tell what type of birds they were. Were they Crows? Turkey Vultures? I zoomed in and recognized the profiles and hooked beaks as Double-Crested Cormorants and confirmed it as one took flight.

Traversing the Monguagon Delta.

I’ve posted about this DRIWR venue multiple times, but focused more on the nature aspect, rather than where the venue is located. The Fishing Pier and the Old Growth Forest are picturesque, but the Delta area is close to busy Jefferson Avenue with a view of an industrial plant and down by the Pier you will glimpse the not-so-picturesque, twin smokestacks rising from the Trenton Channel Power Plant.

The DRIWR is not unique in this regard. There are actually 101 urban national wildlife refuges where natural green spaces allow finned, feathered or furry wildlife to thrive amongst urban and industrial areas.

I usually have some luck getting a few photos at the Delta and today was no different. From the walkway I saw several Great Egrets, but only this one was close enough for a photo …

… and I got one shot of this Great Blue Heron before I spooked him and he took off screeching.

This Painted Turtle was lazing on a huge rock in the warm sun.

Happy to have had a few wildlife encounters and coupled with the hot sun, I knew it was time to make my way to Humbug Marsh, the 410-acre wetland and shady, 300+ year-old forest, BUT that leg of my 5K walk was halted for about an hour due to some unanticipated drama.

Drama at the DRIWR.

I had noticed the delivery van from the local Wild Birds Unlimited store parked in the lot. I know the owner as he was my HVAC service tech for many years, before he retired from that line of work and bought a WBU franchise. He and his wife run the Woodhaven, Michigan WBU. He made several runs to my home to deliver bags of peanuts and hummingbird feeders/paraphernalia during the early part of the pandemic. I decided to keep my eyes peeled for Phil and Therese on my excursion.

Suddenly, there was a cacophony of barking dogs and the sound seemed to be originating from the forest area. On the back patio of the Visitor Center, a group of people stood gazing into the forest and talking animatedly amongst themselves. What in the world? Your Roving Reporter had to investigate.

I could see birdhouses on the table. Phil must have another one of his seminars on bird feeding that he conducts at various parks. But where was the teacher? Hmm. I went to join the group and learned that during Phil’s class, they heard barking and yelps. It seems there was a woman walking two pit bulls and one of the pit bulls attacked another woman’s small dog. The bully bulldog went for the smaller dog’s face and injured it, plus bit its hip. It turns out the person who saved the day was Phil, who heard the commotion, grabbed a bottle of water he had handy, dumped it on the pit bull’s head, then pulled the pit bull off the smaller dog. Yikes! Phil was lucky he didn’t get bitten. Suddenly, along with the others in the group, I watched in horror as the woman with the injured dog was crying and while I did not see her dogs face, I did see it was limping badly and I saw the blood on its fur. Phil gave interviews to the police and soon a fire truck and EMS arrived to check on the small dog’s owner. I chatted with Phil briefly – he was visibly shaken and said the owner of the two pit bulls left the area before first responders arrived. I left to keep plugging away at this 5K in the almost-oppressive heat and turned around to take a picture of Phil at the seminar.

I resumed my trek by heading to Humbug Marsh.

I returned to the suggested 5K route, the Orange Trail, then the Green Trail. Here are a few shots around the Old Growth Forest. Our Summer-like Fall caused our leaf colors to turn and fall in late October, so there were no peak colors to observe.

We’d had significant rain, so many of the raised walkways were flooded, including near the murky-looking Vernal Spring Pool.

The pathways were full of gravel, walnuts, acorns and a few crispy leaves that crunched and crackled under my feet. I kept watching the path for Eastern Fox Snakes which are known to be in the area and I also looked for beach roses which were supposed to be at this venue – I saw neither.

As I was leaving the forest area, I chatted it up with one of the uniformed park rangers who was putting out more signage for the Walk for the Wild event and the weather came up. He said “’scuse me ma’am” as he darted into the shade of an information kiosk and removed his ranger hat. He said “if I’d have known it would have been this hot, I’ve have worn my shorts!”

Here is the finishing sign.

October 9th happened to be Global Big Day, the second ebird.org day for counting birds in 2021, so I was counting birds along with miles walked. I saw Seagulls – nothing unusual there, but the 28 Cormorants were something special, as were the 21 Killdeer making a huge noise buzzing around nearby – no pictures of them as I’d tucked my camera away already. I submitted my finds to the ebird.org site as you see below.

There was some fun swag – a tee-shirt, plus a bib you could design yourself. The finishing medal is heavy and has a powerful message on the back.

I got 7.4 miles done that day and the walk seemed as long as this post. Thanks for sticking with it if you’re still here – I know it was wordy and picture laden, but I didn’t want to leave out anything!

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Brrr!  Break out the down … December is here! #Wordless Wednesday

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Take a deep breath and enjoy the blooms and butterflies.

Did you have a hectic holiday? Well, let’s instill a little peace into your day shall we?

I was wordy last week. It seems I had a lot to say – whew! Before I transition to Autumn, Winter and holiday posts, here are some images to remind you that it is a mere 203 days until Summer 2022 – sigh!

So … how did this walk, which happened on a hot August morning, keep getting pushed aside? Time flies, it seems. The frost is on the pumpkin and snow has graced our landscape whether we want it or not, so let’s think warm thoughts.

I took these photos while bopping around the Botanical Gardens amongst the lovely blooms and butterflies. Okay, lots of blooms, but just one butterfly, an Eastern Tiger Swallowtail. Unbelievably, with the exception of a few Plain Jane Cabbage Whites, I saw no butterflies in 2021. Chock it up to the wacky weather I guess.

“Nobody can bring you peace but yourself.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Harvest time in the ‘hood and at your home.

On a picture-perfect Pure Michigan morning, I decided to forego my trip to the Park and stroll through the ‘hood capturing images of harvest décor to use for this American Thanksgiving post. While strollin’, I was trollin’ for scarecrows.

The last few years, my Thanksgiving posts were a scenario where scarecrows gathered for a holiday feast. In 2019 I told you how those sweet ragamuffins tackled Turkey Day and last year I even gave those guys and gals a moniker and a voice. But, at the risk of repeating myself, I’ll forego that ritual this year and just concentrate on presenting the cutest in the crowd instead.

I’ve always had an affinity for scarecrows. Their whimsical appearance always give me a smile when I see them, from their silly and often-lopsided grins, wispy straw “hair” to the cute costumes with the stuffing poking out their dresses or britches. But scarecrows aren’t scary –that’s a misnomer. If they’re supposed to scare the crows away, I don’t see it … even when they resemble a crow themselves.

The best of the bunch, (in my humble opinion of course), are below.

So … if you’ve scrolled down this far, it’s time to celebrate harvest time in the ‘hood. This homeowner always creates a display featuring his handmade scarecrow surrounded by lots of harvest time goodies. It was the first stop I made.

For the homeowners who piled huge pumpkins atop straw bales …

… I am sure most weren’t fit to use for carving fancy-schmancy jack-o’- lanterns …

… or making pumpkin pie, as the Fall heat wave would have surely pureed the guts of those gourds.

Folks may enjoy their turkey and trimmings today, but will be sure to save room for a slice (or two) of pumpkin pie. It seems this mischievous munchkin also loves pumpkin … behold the chunks he has chomped in this pumpkin.

He was gnawing at it when I happened by. “Oh good – this will be a cute picture” I thought. But he took his pumpkin chunk “to go” running lickety-split up the nearest tree. I said “you can come back down dear – it’s not MY pumpkin!” But he taunted me and stayed up top – who could resist taking a photo of this angelic-looking face?

Whether you’re a nibbler like our little buddy here, or you gobble ‘til you wobble, enjoy the day. Click here for a special Thanksgiving greeting.

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(S)talkin’ Turkey!  #Wordless Wednesday  #The bird is the word.

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Morning meander and a mishmash of images …

… on the 20th anniversary of 9/11.

It was a picture-perfect morning on Saturday, September 11, 2021, mirroring the early a.m. weather on that fateful day exactly 20 years before.

I decided to visit Ford Field Park and head to the Rouge River Gateway Trail in Dearborn, Michigan after a quick, one-mile walk at Council Point Park to feed my furry and feathered friends. I aimed to clear my head of cobwebs and also to bulk up my walking miles.

The Dearborn venue was a good choice as it was Day #1 of the “Old Car Festival” at Greenfield Village (rebranded “The Henry Ford” in 2003 – most people still call it “Greenfield Village”), so I was sure to spot a Tin Lizzy or two rolling along Michigan Avenue enroute to this Festival, as the event is just a stone’s throw away from the Gateway Trail. One day I hope to visit this annual fun and historical event, where owners of hundreds of vintage vehicles, circa 1890s through 1932, travel across the country to congregate. The atmosphere is similarly vintage with period costumes and even food and games reminiscent of a bygone era. This event is really a big deal in Dearborn, so it seemed appropriate to top off my journey with a visit to the estate where Henry Ford and his wife Clara lived for over thirty years.

I visited the Ford Manor on three occasions in 2021, so over the Winter I’m going to spin those photos into a few posts … there is lots to see, especially if you love old architecture, a bounty of flowers and a picturesque view of the Rouge River. I went to view the blooming lilacs in the Spring, the rose garden at its peak mid-Summer and on this particular day, I photographed multiple flower gardens and the buildings. I visited once in 2019 and had a treasure trove of photos, but the mansion and various buildings on the property have been undergoing renovation since 2014; there was outside scaffolding present in many of the photos, so I have better photos with no obstructions now, so stay tuned.

A journey through Downtown Dearborn and into the woods.

I parked the car at Ford Field Park. There was a nip to the morning air, a subtle reminder that Fall was not far off, despite a prediction for temps to climb to near 90F (32C) over the next few days. Unfortunately I overdressed and within fifteen minutes my hoodie was looped around my waist.

On my 10-mile road trip here, I had been listening to a recap of the events that transpired 20 years before, on September 11, 2001. The sky was similarly bright blue, the sun was shining, just like that morning, a late Summer day that began so beautifully and seemingly normal, yet ended so tragically.

After a quick stop at the wooden covered bridge to peer at the roiling Rouge River from either side ….

… I then walked up Brady Street, and, by 8:46 a.m. – the time of the first strike into the World Trade Center, I passed this house with a huge American flag. I stopped to take a photo from the right side.

I took another photo from the left side as there was quite a breeze. The homeowners’ entire front lawn consisted of wildflowers and several tall sunflowers seemed to secure the flag as the breeze stirred it gently.

Once out of the ‘hood, I headed along the usual route, crossing the overlook where the now-closed Andiamo restaurant, shuttered as a result of the pandemic, juts out. The venue at this primo location will now re-open in May 2022 as “Boardwalk Eateries” a 24-hour establishment which will feature many types of ethnic food in various stalls, a cigar bar, a speakeasy and conference rooms for meetings.

I was looking at the scenery when out of the corner of my eye, I saw an antique car rolling down Michigan Avenue; I fumbled getting the camera ready and managed to get this shot.

Too bad my view of the highway was gone now that I’d be entering the woods.

On the Trail in the shady woods, the mosquitoes were horrible! Thankfully I was wearing long pants and a long-sleeved shirt, but the little buggers mercilessly honed in on my hands, neck and face – yikes! I returned home with a mild sunburn and mosquito bites galore.

As I walked along the Trail, dribs and drabs of color perked up the forest floor.

I stayed on course, eager to get out of the woods and far away from these annoying, biting creatures and in the distance I could see an opening. Yay! Meanwhile, I racked my brains trying to think if there was another route to take back to the car from the Estate, but couldn’t come up with a Plan B.

Suddenly, in the still morn I heard a noise, a birdcall I was unfamiliar with. I looked up, then against my better judgment, I traipsed off the Trail and headed through the brush to investigate (thus inviting a few more mosquitoes to feast on me in the process).

In the end it was worth the effort AND the mosquito bites. I’m no birder, but this was a first for me and it wasn’t even on my “Birdie Bucket List” so I eagerly took a ton of shots, lest this bird should fly away. So was that sound a mating call? Or was it shrieking in fear from the tall stranger who gawked at it, then lingered on, lurking in its personal zone? Who knows, but I spooked it and it flew across the narrow Rouge River to safer territory.

Dejected by the bird’s rebuff, I returned to the Gateway Trail and crossed the picturesque walkway; it is still the Rouge River here, just calmer and not churning.

Just moments later I heard another birdcall. Through the bushes I saw its mate, or maybe a pal, but likely it was the same bird as it glared at me intensely. Naturally, there were more photos. I’ll keep you guessing and the mystery bird will appear in this week’s Wordless Wednesday post.

I went to the Fairlane/Ford Estate and walked around the grounds. It was peaceful and I was the only one there.

Not quite the “Motor City” … but motoring along nevertheless.

I headed back to the car, once again meandering along Michigan Avenue, where most businesses were flying the flag at half-mast – this huge flag was flapping in the breeze.

All the while I was eyeballing that busy street for antique vehicles. Well I hit pay dirt as one zipped past me, then pulled into nearby Westborn Market’s parking lot. I crossed the street to get a shot of that vintage car, then the owners came out toting a few bags of ice. I said I was going to wait and take a few shots as they pulled away. They both smiled and gave me a toot on that rather tinny horn, which reminded me of my tricycle horn, a very long time ago.

While I was at the Market I got shots of the many mums they had in the parking lot, which I used for a Wordless Wednesday post back on September 29th.

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