I walked the loop this week – all by myself. When I walk odd details always stick with me, landmarks I suppose. The crocus we saw the day before.
The crows own the loop. Vigilant, ever present – I am sure I spend entirely too much time contemplating their lives.
The Cute House feels like a pivot; The shade and moss overtake the sun again, leaving the sunny, wide-open bit of the loop behind. Wide-open is relative.
Walking past Camp Burton my mind flutters over Hayley, Camp Roganunda, and then moves along to the first time I saw a Varied Thrush – it was here.
Another little wiggle in the road and whoosh! – the ever-tempting Jensen Point beckons.
Driftwood, Golden-crowned Kinglets, and that Bald Eagle guarantee lively brush action.
Today I heard a Belted Kingfisher and the watched him zip across the point.
Shortly thereafter, Baldie did a fly over, looking down at me as he made a sharp turn and headed for a new perch. I’ve included a photo to show that he was very clearly eyeing me. When the crows give Mr. Baldy a bad time I feel sad for solitary, lonely Mr. Baldy – but after a look like this? Hmph!
The best way to wrap up a visit to Jensen Point is to play “Catch the Kinglet (with a camera)”. I can’t imagine a more frustrating activity.
And with that, I head home.