Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
The robins had a field day, a yard day, a street day and even a gravel-road day with all the worms this morning.
After the series of gully-washers last night, earthworms and a lone night crawler (first of the year) were over the roads and sidewalks by the hundreds. Robins were everywhere taking advantage of the easy pickings.
The lone crawler came as we started out, so I took a plastic bag out in hopes that it would be a morning for collecting crawlers.
That was not to be. I did not see another crawler and the worms at best were not much bigger than red worms for the most part.
But the one crawler at least gave me hope.
I find gully-washer a wonderful word. I think it perfectly captures what it means. This morning was a perfect example. On all sides, Storm and I could see the remnants (leaves, mulch, branches) of the gully-washers last night, marking the high water mark of the standing water.
This is the definition from dictionary.reference.com of gully-washer
gul·ly·wash·er [guhl-ee-wosh-er, -waw-sher] Show IPA noun Chiefly Midland and Western U.S. a usually short, heavy rainstorm. Origin: 1815-25; gully1 + washer
I was fascinated seeing that it was supposedly a midland or western word. Maybe it spread because I remember it being used regularly when I was growing up in Pennsylvania.
I digress, but considering gully-washer is a fine digression. At least by my standards.
One gray squirrel hopped off as we set out this morning. Mourning doves were everywhere, both visually and audibility. They cooed on all sides. They loitered around trees and porches.
As we reached the town pond, I noticed there was not as much ruckus from red-winged blackbirds as usual. Not sure why.
I saw six American coots swam with a pair of Canada geese on the north old clay pit. At first glance, I thought, ``Damm, we got goslings already?'' Then I saw they were coots.
Another three coots swam near another Canada goose. One goose was on the nest on the island on the south pit. A couple lone geese swam nearby.
On the east side of the south pit, I had to sidestep major puddles for one of the rare times in the last 13 months. The ditch there ran nearly full.
As we climbed over the pile of rails on the edge of town, more than a dozen doves flushed. I assume they were gathering grit. It is a favorite spot for them to do that.
A rabbit bolted from under a neighbor's red maples as we neared home. Storm nearly nipped its cottontail off. A gray squirrel scooted around our neighbor's sugar maple before we walked up the front steps.