Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
I had two questions for when I came back from a two-day journey along the Illinois River Road National Scenic Byway.
Would the pair of Canada geese be on their nest on the island on the town pond?
And what would have happened to the ice shanty the ice fishermen left on the shrinking ice cap on the south end of the south old clay pit.
Set out this morning to the relative racket of robins and the collateral cooing of mourning doves on all sides in town. It kept up all the way to the town pond.
Reminders of the snow squall yesterday afternoon could be seen in protected pockets and raised flower pots.
As our second boy asked yesterday, ``When is this snow going to end?''
It does seem like we have a pain-in-the-ass snow about every other day lately. I think another one is coming tonight.
A few red-winged blackbirds trilled, mainly along the north pit, when we reached the town pond.
I could hear honking of a few Canada geese on the lake to the west.
The pair of geese were not their nest on the island. They were standing on the other side of the bridge over the neckdown between the two pits.
Standing as if daring Storm to charge them so they could give a Lab the ass-kicking he richly deserved. Their daring stance confused the meathead. They finally waddled off and swam away a few feet.
The mystery of the ice shanty deepened. All the ice is gone, but the ice shanty was floating on the north end of the south pit.
Which raised more questions? Did it have floatation foam under the floor? Or are the ice fishermen messing with me by pulling the shanty all the way to the north end?
Adventures and journeys are nice, but it's good to be home, mulling things in the morning and settling into routines.