No, this is not going to be a post about a strange marriage; it’s about my pond walk yesterday. After what seemed like tons of rain, the clouds finally drifted off and the sun came out. That was my cue to take a walk around the pond. (By the way, I don’t have a FitBit but I know from my own counting that it’s a good 3,500 steps, so there’s that.)
There were ducks and seagulls all around, and, as I rounded the curve I saw sunlight flashing off something in the water. It turned out to be a turtle, his shell shining in the sun. I said, ‘aren’t you supposed to be all dug down in the mud by now? It is December after all.’ As he didn’t see fit to answer, I just walked on.
The pond is very attractive to seagulls, as well as ducks, blue herons, and the occasional cormorant. But every once in a while there will be a lone bald eagle soaring lazily above the pond, always with a few seagulls trying to keep up with him/her. Luckily, thre was one sailing over the pond yesterday. It is always thrilling to see a bald eagle, and I took it as a special grace note, remembering our 41st president, George Herbert Walker Bush.
On the sunnier side of the pond, the seagulls like to hunker down on the path and soak up the sun. When they do this, I walk slowly around them so as not to startle them. Generally they fly off squawking their indignation at being disturbed. However, there was one who just eyed me and stayed put. Go figure.
When I was a little girl, I asked my mother why seagulls like fresh water. I thought that they only liked the ocean. My mother told me that they like the fresh water because it washes “all those ocean thingies off their feet.” I still don’t know if that’s true, but it always makes me laugh.
Seagulls, a turtle and a bald eagle; oh my!