Documentation of one of the early walks

Dare I say damp chill?

DH walked with me to an empty park. We only saw two folks - runners - one we call coughing man because he usually will cough to let us know he is about to run past - the other was new and running with a red flashing light. I would call him the "flasher" but folks would misunderstand.

No little one today, but a big crowd at the bus stop (before 7!). Walked Paddy back into a yard with rain dripping shrubs and wet grass...

She's no guard dog

Sweet Paddy walked beautifully today...then we started past a yard with a dachshund wandering around (with his owner)...I think it surprised us all...Paddy stopped, dachshund stopped and his owner hustled him into the house...so much for my guard dog...Paddy just mumbled/whined as we continued on. I have never had a dog "comment" like this before.

Peaceful Walk with Paddy

[9-11-2022 ~ Saving another short walking note from long ago.]

Walking late today (taking some time off) and greeted our little person who called out to us, but wasn't allowed off the porch. If we didn't already recognize it (Mohawk dog) we discovered that Paddy likes big blonds as she almost pulled away from me in the park when an overweight yellow lab shuffled past with his owner...managed to get out of the park before the robot dogs (more yellow labs) got out of the pickup and saluted the bike on the way home...

I don't fish, but I notice

[Continuing my practice of saving old notes as I discover them, this one is added.]

Today I am going to take my lead from the two men in the park...they had all their tackle out in the back of the car...baiting their hooks for a morning of fishing....

While watering the yard (Sunday is one of our days) I discovered the schoolhouse lilies are preparing for their show - some are blooming and some just peeking out of the soil...the squirrels (darn them) are scampering around burying nuts for winter...so giving thanks for the day and planning to be mindful every minute of it...



NOTES:

2016 - The schoolhouse lilies are blooming now as well:

Raptor rescue

Cool and windy walk...forgot the trash bags. :-(. And then, next to a storm sewer opening, a raptor baby (still need to look up what kind) huddled in the street. Girls went for the phone number to the animal rescue and a box. So the crazy lady in the torn tie dye t-shirt and hot pink tennis shoes (now you know why we usually walk at dark) stood in the street to keep cars from running over the baby bird. Then Belton's finest drive by...stare at the crazy lady in the street, turn around and stop... quickly determining the crazy lady is not a danger to herself or others, they call for back-up and take over "operation raptor." OK...off to see what kind of bird that was...

On the river, 2011

    Thursday evening walk…cicadas and frogs competing with their droning evening songs…river level so low, I don’t remember seeing it like this…pond almost dry…bats swoop to snag water bugs off the surface of the slowly moving water…temp almost 10 degrees cooler than home, but still hot…and no fireflies…when have we not had fireflies at dusk on the Frio? – 2011…
    Thursday evening supper out…picked up newspapers at the Italian restaurant…black bear killed in Mountain Home area…whoa buddy…spied a black kitty on our way to the river tonight…tried to convince Mike it was a bear…hysterical to hear him respond…”No, it’s a kitty!” Still, we will be watching our step on the early morning run/walk…no need to surprise (or be surprised by) creatures more exciting than cats or ducks…
    Sunday morning – how did it get here so fast?...second pot of coffee still perking…(STILL!)…old tortillas cut up and waiting to become duck and perch food…ants washed out of the recycling …stuff everywhere, but packing commenced…need to make a tally of animals…2 lizards…one toad…loads of croaking frogs… masses of cicadas and dragonflies (but few other insects)…lots of buzzards…two armadillos…one roadrunner…many cardinals…25+ deer on the drive back to camp Friday night (some exotic – and at least one raccoon) one black kitty…4 mallards...2 mean domesticated ducks…almost as many bats hunting on the Frio at dusk as coming out of the Devil’s Sinkhole (a different variety, they tell us)…one owl hunting bats…loads of perch and minnows…a few bass…a couple of turtles…few people and one idiot jumping off the cliff (not one of us).
    The business folks in Leakey tell us that it has been one hard season and they are more desperate for rain than even we are. The lack of trash on the river speaks of how few folks even tried to tube…or came to camp…sad all around. Three of our swimmers are on the river for the last swim…they will be up soon and ready to shower…then it is back down to the river for photos and sad farewell…oh, and there is one bike…and one boat…

Unknown

Dawn delayed by clouds...walk in between day and night...evening insects still whining - slowly joined by the morning bird songs...one last bat flits by...and Paddy alerts across the street from the park entrance. We all stop...car lights show us that it is a fox...and he, recognizing us, heads back along the creek...the empty park feels too hot and still...we walk to the first meadow and see nothing...then, along the road to the far meadow, a dark figure crouches..."Skunk?" "No, too big - vulture shape." And the creature, hearing us rises and stalks off, not a dog, not a cat, not a fox, tail-so not bobcat...time to go...

Is it time for a stand and feeder? (Just kidding folks)

DH, Paddy and I startled two does and a (nice) buck - all crossed the dirt road in front of us into a stand of trees and then crossed the left side of the first meadow. We got to the second meadow and Paddy was scanning everything - disappointed it was empty. We entered the park and heard (and then saw) the same deer...must have paralleled the road and exited the trees into a field beyond. As we headed home we saw two small bucks trying to cross the busy street coming towards us. They waited and then ran at us along the creek...saw us and disappeared into the woods. Paddy was going crazy...DH and I decided it was just the teenagers, oversleeping and getting into the park late...

Turn of luck

Clouds blocked the dawn stirring up childhood fears (Are YOU afraid of the dark?); I forgot Paddy's water; Paddy - deciding she is a GUARD dog, not a watch dog - growl-barked and lunged at a (strange) runner. I decided to try the first meadow anyway.

The meadow was empty and it seemed we were either too early or too late when one doe entered the meadow from our right and stopped...took a step, then another...then took a step towards us as Paddy and I held our breath (sometimes Paddy is the best behaved, most intuitive animal). Suddenly the deer let out a warning noise - like the lout "shushing" of a mother or an exhausted exhale of breath. She and two other does broke into a run across the meadow while Paddy and I stood motionless. Then we headed home...

Deer (and a bicycle)

Walked down the dirt road that parallels the park. (We used to let Paddy run a bit here until she decided she didn't need to be in visual contact and "took off" for about an hour - scaring us all silly.) Approaching the first meadow we saw some movement - four deer. They finally saw us and ran into the tree line as Paddy yanked the leash (and my arm). At the second meadow we saw nothing, but heard a big crash in the woods (it is on these days I am especially glad DH is along). We circled around into the park mostly watching our feet - huge cracks and holes in the parched areas surrounding the soccer field. Suddenly a whole herd of deer came crashing through the brush towards us (briefly) - one medium sized buck, two fawns and about 4 or 5 does...after they spied us the group scattered, except the fawns. They stopped and looked us over just a minute or so and then bounced back into the brush...

Twenty-one Hours/1400 Miles - Much of It Desert [A LONG Drive Across California, Nevada, New Mexico, and Texas]

Where are the people?” resumed the little prince at last. 

“It’s a little lonely in the desert…” 

“It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said the snake. 

~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery (The Little Prince)

Long drive...love driving 75 legally...lots of construction and slowing down...boo!...warnings of dust storms and some amazing dust devils on the side of the highway...then some very ominous clouds/dust storms on both sides of the highway, but never where we were. I couldn't tell if it was dust up high or smoke from the fires or both...but very scary...not a trucker fan this trip...they have not been nice.

DFW! Whoo-hoo! Lots of crazy stops along the way...one sketchy gas station just inside the border to TX where there were prisoners in stripes doing road work...all in all a good adventure....now, knock wood, to sleep, airport on time and back home...

No issue with the border stop...YC says she always takes off her sunglasses and stares at them with her blue eyes...

Note:

This was on a drive from California to Dallas to put YC on a plane. I have no conscious memory of where she was going.

I do remember her comment as we drove through part of west Texas. “Odessa? I would have said Odesolate is more like it.”

And now I always say “Midland and Odesolate.”

Friends have shared "Slowdeatha" and "Nodessa."

Walking in the Dark

"Where are the owls?" I have thought on almost every walk. I had finally heard some screech owls in Mrs. Guffey's yard a few weeks ago, but nothing since then...FINALLY this morning we didn't hear them - we SAW them sitting on a wire, silhouetted against the brightening sky...

Still wonder what happened to the great horned owls in the park...

The Fox

Started the walk to the call of a screech owl..."what's that?" J. asked. I love it when people ask me to identify bird calls I know.... Then a fox alerted on us at the entrance to the park. He was finding insects under the street lamp and didn't run right away. He just watched us.

7 Deer, 3 People, 1 Dog

Took a lovely late walk last night with J, DH and Paddy. On the way home Paddy alerted. We had just walked past the bridge over the creek - 7 deer making their way along the bank. This morning's walk was less eventful - one kid with a cell phone and one black domestic house cat wandering a yard...

Notes: Adding this post from FB memories makes it the first in the blog archive. An explanation might be in order. I count things. You are welcome.