Ramble with Storm: Back again

Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, the family’s mixed Lab.

Well, the first signal was when a flock of three Canada geese flew low toward the south as we neared the bus barn. They were soon followed by a flock of 11.

And there were about 15 geese grazing and crapping all over short right field at the ball field.

Yes sir, the geese are back again.

I don’t know if hunting pressure from the early goose season has moved them around or whether somebody has started combining. I have not heard of anybody starting harvest yet, but you never know

And it is funny the things you notice on a morning like this, a lively one.

While trying to get an interesting photo of the geese grazing and crapping all over the ball field, I heard a woodpecker hammering one of the wooden light poles.

If I had not stopped by the ball field for the geese, I would never have noticed the wood pecker. i could not find it.

Stopping by a ball field on a summer morn, oh, I will stop myself.

As we started out, a blue jay squawking down the street dominated the morning. Blue jays dominate just with their grating volume.

I was a little late getting out this morning as I finished up some work, so the sun was coming up as I went down the alley by the bus barn.

And it struck me I always take dawn photos in the wild. Should have at least one in town. And this one pays homage to Larry Green and Charles Demuth.

Well, sort of.

A belted kingfisher yakked on the east side of the north old clay pit.

I slowed down to try to find it. That paid off in other ways. I spotted this thistle by the bridge over the neckdown between the two old pits.How many mornings have I walked by there and never noticed it.

And that stop paid off yet again.

While I was trying to get an arty photo of the thistle, a monster fish swirled off.

I think it is the one an obsessed and slightly touched fishing friend has been trying to catch for a year. Or another sort of fish that he would find interesting.

A few mourning doves were hanging by the gravel near the grain elevator, but not that many.

Back in town, a gray squirrel lollygagged eating an acorn by the bur oaks a street over.

Of course, the meathead felt obligated to make a charge and drive him up a telephone pole.

Some things just find their own routines and pulled right into them.

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