A Walk In The Park

A Sunday afternoon walk in the park of the Park revealed winter still holding tight to the earth. In the darkening sky were birds who seemed to be in a hurry, heading "home for the night". Where do they go to settle down and sleep? How do they all know where to go? At first we saw two geese, Harold commenting that they were very noisy geese. Then the bigger v-shaped flock appeared over the trees, honking and carrying on. Then came unorganized ripples of smaller dark birds, some crows, some I couldn't tell. I heard an occasional "kek-kek" as they hurried across the sky.

A large oak had toppled over, perhaps in the wind, perhaps it just couldn't hold itself up any more. It had a large hollow inside and a huge poison ivy vine growing on it. A crew had come and cut it up, but left large pieces there on the ground. It smelled like mulch. It is a little sad to loose another large tree in the neighborhood, this one had been hanging on a long time on very little wood. I'm often amazed at how long a tree can stand and be completely hollow inside.