This past June, my husband and I started taking walks each morning in our local park. It is only about 2 miles around, but you can go through the woods, up the hills, and around some beautiful meadows along with, of course, some fields for baseball and other sports. We get there at 7AM each morning, and after all these weeks are becoming part of the regular walkers. We all smile, nod, and say hello, good morning while keeping our distance. And dogs! I need a puppy or maybe just become a dog walker for someone because pretty much everyone has a dog at this park.
While walking the other morning, we happened on a young buck. We could tell he was confused about why we were in his way to get across the path. We stopped. I clapped. I told him it was okay for him to cross. But instead, he just walked alongside us as we continued on our way. My husband knows that you do not want to get in the path of a wild animal, unlike me. I am always trying to get that next perfect photo. I know the deer cause all of us so much grief, but honestly, when you see one up close, they are a wonderment. We were so close that I could see the felt on his antlers.
Each morning there is something new to see—an indigo bunting, a woodpecker, and tons of squirrels scampering about. We watched the Joe Pye Weed bloom and go to seed and enjoyed the sweet smell of the honeysuckle all over the place.
This week’s last few mornings have felt more like Fall than the “Dog Days Of August” we have all grown to expect. My kind of weather and apparently the same for the wildlife. I hope you can get out and about and take a walk on the wild side if you can. Even if it is in your own back yard or neighborhood.
~Stephanie Fleming, Beyond Behnke’s