The sun is bright in the frigid air and silvery flurries of ice sparkle through the trees. Several cars join me on a slow circuit of the park. This fellow seems bored by our presence and doesn’t even react when I edge off the road at his side.
It’s mating season, and hiking is not encouraged. It’s an admonition I mostly manage to follow. A small tower overlooks the valley and the ice rimmed lake, and partially sates my desire to be out in the air and climb.
Across the street, the World Bird Sanctuary has it’s own walking trails, as well as bird feeders, exhibits, and a nature center.
I sit for awhile at a cold wooden picnic table surrounded by bird feeders. My attempts to be convincingly invisible in a dark purple coat are less than successful, but, with my camera trained on a feeder, I manage a catch a few birds just before they dart away.
Rambling ... 