Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, the family’s mixed Lab.
In memory of 8-8-88 when the lights went on at Wrigley Field, lets lead off with the family of Canada geese grazing and crapping around the infield of the ball field on the edge of town.
Somewhere, I have an actual photo, taken from the center field bleachers, of the storm rolling in over the grand stand and cancelling the game.
God, that’s 25 years ago and a lot of life back.
In case you are wondering, I do like the turn of phrase “grazing and crapping,” but it is also accurate. As evidence, I offer below.
Kind of graphic now that I look at it hard.
The ramble started off like many recently. A pair of rabbits sat in a yard as we set off. And my latest addition to the “Relative Theory of Rabbits,” 2013 version, came to me.
Last week, the garage guy took a couple days of vacation. He had one of his young mechanics gather all the piled tires and take them away, then mow and trim everywhere.
My theory is that the rabbits that had been nesting in the weeds under parked cars or in the pile of tires were displaced. So they are running around.
Hey, it is just a theory.
As we came up on the bridge over the neckdown between the two old clay pits, a great blue heron flapped off with a squawk.
The squawking apparently spooked or alerted a belted kingfisher on the south shore of the north pit and it began its own squawking.
The other notable thing this morning was that many of the late mulberry trees around the town pond dropped ripe fruit in the last day.
I have no theory on that.
Back in town, a rabbit ran around the lawn to the east of the evergreens across the alley from the bus barn.
Seemed apt. And my theory holds and it’s more than a pile of goose guano.
