Mulling things on my morning ramble
with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
I used to schedule a duck hunt for the Wednesday after elections.
I think it was the 2004 Presidential Election that finally convinced me to stop that. I find sitting in a duck blind very enjoyable. Doing so after a brutal election like 2004 was not good for my mental health and the drive back from the Illinois River was gut-wrenching.
This is the fourth Presidential Election we have lived here. And this looks like the most intensely voted in. I have never seen so many people voting as were when the meathead and I passed the polling place just after 6 a.m.
I could hear Canada geese in the distance before we even left town.
On the extended ramble, more than 15 groups of two to seven geese flew over us. Three flew so low over us I could hear that distinctive whistling sound goose feathers make.
Most were circling, then cupping up and landing on the town pond. A few pairings sailed on out to the cornfields.
When we reached the town pond, I counted 21 swimming tight to the south shore of the north old clay pit; another 26 were in the east corner;; more than 50 were spread all over the north bank; and two pairs swam on the south old clay pit.
Tea Party members, Republicans, Democrats and independents, respectively, I thought, amusing myself at least.
By far the frostiest morning of the fall. With temperatures in the mid-20s, it was the heaviest frost so far this fall. So heavy I had to take extra care not to slip on the bridge over the neckdown between the clay pits.
It was a good morning to step lively. And yes I can.
Back in town, the crowd at the polling place had thinned some. Storm chased one gray squirrel up a pole. That was it for wildlife.
I have a feeling it will be a long night.