I didn’t think I would be able to fall asleep last night. A thunderstorm rumbled through at bedtime. The rain and the hail were beating loudly on the window. The tornado siren sounded as I was getting ready for bed. I was listening to the rain one moment and then, in the next moment, I awoke to silence. It was 1 am.
This morning, the sky was bright blue. The clouds quietly made their way across the sky. Muddy puddles along the side of the road were the only evidence of last night’s drama. It has rained often in the last couple of weeks. The ground is soaked. The water in the ponds and the rivers is high. There are flood warnings.
It was beautiful running weather this morning. The temperatures was 73 degrees. There was a breeze. I saw seven Canadian Geese fly by and coast into one of the ponds. They splashed into the water almost in unison. Two hawks drifted on the air currents overhead. A flock of sparrows landed noisily in a nearby tree. I was trying to run lightly with each footfall gentle and in rhythm. When I turned the last corner on the way home, a dozen Barn Swallows were lined up in a row on the electric wire carrying on a lively conversation.
A week after the Barn Swallows left the building, I went out to the Arboretum early in the morning. High in a tree at the edge of the Restored Prairie, a Northern Cardinal was singing. This time, I recorded his morning song. For a while, he was singing a duet with another Northern Cardinal farther away.
I startled a White-tailed Deer. She stood perfectly still outside of the fence that goes around the Arboretum until I moved. The White-tailed Deer are quick. I have seen them many times, but this was only the second time one stood still long enough for her picture to be taken. The first time was on the day the Catbird preformed his dance for me. The White-tailed Deer was in the grass at the side of the road near the entrance to the parking lot. I was walking back to the car. She didn’t stay still long. She turned on her back legs, called out, and bounded down into the small gully and up the other side into the woods. Twice, I have seen a fawn running along the side of the road. I admire the graceful and sure-footed way the White-tailed Deer leap. If I tried it, I am sure it would end badly. How do they do it?
After walking around the Restored Prairie, it was time to go home. I was surprised to see a Monarch Butterfly in the clover at the side of the road near the parking lot. I have not seen many of them in my lifetime. The breeze had picked up. She was having a hard time holding on to the clover flowers. Before she flew away, she paused for a moment on the grass.
The Goldenrod had just started to bloom. When I took a picture of the Goldenrod flowers, a bee decided to visit.
Take care and thanks for reading.