Friday, October 22, 2010
Snared by work
I didn't intend to take the time away from my blog. It's just been a difficult few days. You know, when you retire you figure it's all going to be easy. No more alarm clock wakings followed by heading out on dark winter mornings. No, instead, I'll hook rugs all day, I'll knit and read my mountain of books into the night. Well, it started that way but I thought it was a bit dull. So, I began volunteering which I love. But just lately there's been a hiccup and life is a wee bit frazzled.
But, on Tuesday I had a lovely relaxing day. I can almost remember it. I went back to look at our photos to make sure. Pretty sure these are Lesser Yellowlegs sunning themselves on a log.
Yup. We went to see the snow geese. There were hundreds of them in this field by the road. We live right on their migratory path as the Lesser Snow Geese fly from Wrangel Island (north of Siberia) and spend the fall with us.
Later in the winter they will journey on to the Skagit Valley and join the other half of their nesting flock. Then in the spring they'll begin the long journey north to nest, stopping off again, briefly, in our farmers' fields. Apparently, they appreciate potatoes left in the fields. And winter grasses are planted for them, too. I think it helps to keep them out of schoolyards and playing fields.
Even though there are hundreds of them - and they're blindingly white - the flocks can be hard to find. Or inaccessible without a fancy telephoto lens. But, this day we were lucky and spotted them wheeling out of the sky. They do have the most awkward landing style.
We'd started following some signs for a 'Sharing Farm' which turned out to be a big community garden project. The photo at the top is from the garden. Then we went for a walk around the nature preserve across from the field where we found the geese. As you can see, there is housing all around but behind the houses a sizable piece of the original farm has been left for the birds and field critters. There are usually hawks and eagles circling overhead or perhaps perched on a fence post-- just waiting. A wide path circles the preserve and it was such a quiet place to enjoy what was rapidly becoming a very warm day.
More photos of the town part of our day tomorrow.