I’ll start with the end because it was sublime…

We were walking “off-trail” right next the river. Geese were honking and gabbling away. Then another chittery kind of bird sound. Not a familiar one at this time of year here in the Great White North. I was following the GG’s tracks through the snow and I was a bit slow coming along because I was taking pictures. He waited for me at the “landing” and when I got there, he said “kingfisher!” We heard it again off in the distance. (A true birder would probably disagree with my description of the sound.) We rejoined the regular trail at that point and continued over to the dam and across it and as we were making our way back to the Frog Hopper, three swans flew overhead honking and winging in unison.

Barton Dam Park is our fave urban hiking trail. Quick to get to if you need a couple mile blast (thank you Jay). We go there throughout the year and the GG has put up homemade birdhouses down there a few times over the years. I was hoping that we might catch a sunset down there today but it was not to be. We began our walk in daylight, ended it in twilight and by the time we got home, it was pretty darn dark.

Long day and a lot of picking away. Gathering more (yes) clothing for donation. Dusting here and there (yes really moom (and Bubs)). Laundry. A bit of vacuuming. Breaking up boxes from xmas gifts that got shipped here. Oh, I know… Such a good box. It could be used for something else… No. New boxes are always coming in the door. If I saved every blasted box that came in the door, you would find me collapsed on the floor underneath them like the Collyer brothers. No no no no. Just no. Every box goes out unless I have an immediate and specific need for it.

Oh, I did not read a book today. But… … … Now that I have apparently fixed my problem with the iPhone / iPad New Yorker app, I read the latest New Yorker today. On my phone. Sitting on the Green Couch Watchin’ All the Dogz Go By… So, some SSR was accomplished today. Yay me!

Gertrude is being lazy and I have gotta get her to work so we can eat sometime soon.

Love y’all,
Kayak Woman

I had a good day and I hope y’all did too.

5 Responses to “I’ll start with the end because it was sublime…”

  1. Tonya Watkins Says:

    Kingfisher! (Belted, right?) We get a lot of them around here and I have always considered their sound “chittering.” My favorite bird.

  2. Margaret Says:

    They say kingfisher? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one(time for a visit to Harstine, Tonya) so I can’t argue. ;) My day was definitely so so. That’s better than awful though.

  3. Paulette Says:

    If I remember correctly, the female kingbird has brighter colors than the male! Yay! I can always count on two kingbirds cruising the shoreline and then hanging around Jeff’s spruce tree. Never see them in the winter.

  4. Paulette Says:

    Sorry, I meant kingfisher. OOPS

  5. Pooh Says:

    We hear them in Forest Park, and sometimes see them, but they are notoriously hard to photograph, at least in Le Marquis’s humble opinion.