Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
Some things don't change.
The meathead chased a gray squirrel up the back side of our neighbor's gnarled elm as we set out this morning.
I had been gone a couple days up to Wisconsin and yesterday, shortly after my return, he was only too happy for the morning ramble.
Even in those couple days, the goslings on the town pond, especially from the early broods, had grown noticeably. I find it amazing how quickly they grow.
Now that I am thinking of the woodworker's description of Eurasian collared-doves sounding like they are hoarse, I am noticing more around town. And we have the usual plethora of mourning doves.
The light rain this morning had robins everywhere.
I checked radar and thought I had a window, but a passing shower caught us as we reached the side rail before the town pond. At that point you are committed. So we pushed on, but I cut it short.
So I didn't notice the red-winged blackbirds trilling around the north pit, though I did hear a belted kingfisher screech.
The flowers of the honeysuckle are dying back quickly. Our lilac has already completely lost its flowers.
Some things do change.
Sometimes very quickly.
Yesterday, as we came out of the brush on the old rail bed, now a trail, above the south pit, I noticed all this light. Then I noticed that the railroad had completely razed a big shed or barn they had just to the north of the feed mill.
And a big yellow crane stood there. And I mean the mechanical kind, not the bird king.
I was stunned that they could take it down that quickly. And wondered why.
Near home, the rain stopped.
Good to be home.