Driving from point A to point B… I pass a body of water that sparkles like a cliché in this autumnal way that can’t be ignored. I turn the car around, park, walk directly to it.
I’ve been here before but never noticed the ‘canoes only’ sign. I wonder if that means kayaks too. I would argue a kayak is a canoe made for people who would rather not tip over…
I’m immediately not sorry I allowed this diversion from point A to point B.
I meet a smiling man and woman with cameras and tripods, they ask if I saw him. Him who, I say and they tell me about an eagle, a baby bald eagle, swooping majestically… just there. They point. I point in the opposite direction and explain I was watching ducks and geese dunk their heads. They continue to smile, but I think a little less sincerely.
On the woodsy trail, a few children with parents. The kids squeal with pleasure at the squirrels, as if they’ve never seen one. A boy’s voice over the others: “These squirrels are mesmerizing…” and even though I agree (I’m a veteran squirrel watcher), I can’t help feel he’s just elevated their watchability cred even more.
I take the road less travelled that leads past open fields on one side and the forest on the other. About twenty or so metres ahead, a white-tailed deer leaps across, from field to woods.
There is no picture to document this, only milkweed and asters.
After that a gang of turkeys shows up.
Fortunately they shuffle off into the woods without incident.
This is tempting. I would only need to install bookshelves and a fridge.
Before I leave I run into a few more people: an older couple on a tricycle built for two. And a very young couple, she, chatty with long fire-hydrant-red hair and he, merely besotted, unassuming in his oh-so-thin-Goth look, walking beside her. They could be spending the day anywhere, but they chose here, and it pleases me when she cries out Oh, look, a chipmunk!
Another young couple, the dad in jeans and a top hat, the toddler being followed by a herd of ducks fresh out of the pond, the mum getting it all on film.
A swimming hole.
And then onward, to point B.
8 thoughts on “the hypnotic quality of squirrels”
wow, so many jackpot spottings. I wouldn’t even need the fridge, just a water-proof bookshelf and a comfy chair under a lean-to.
glad I’m going to the woods myself this morning.
Well, and now I know WHY you went to the woods… magnificent! (But no fridge, eh?) Hmmm.
I love the part about the couple still smiling, but a little less sincerely. I love your tours. Leslie
Ha! I like that you like that part…
And thank you.
I love going on this little journeys with you, Carin!
Oh and I’m so happy to have you along. Why do I have this idea you pack the best sandwiches?? (:
Always love your trips, even the ones with squirrels in the title. You know how I feel about squirrels.
My favourite picture is #3 from the top. The long view plus shadow.
At least you were prepared… (for the squirrel content) (:
I love that scene too. It’s even better in winter.