Close Encounters of the Bird Kind

11 May

I’ve been thinking about not wearing my mask when I walk the dog. I am fully vaccinated and can, theoretically, go outside without wearing one. My brain gets it, my soul does not.

I still step off the sidewalk when people approach and give friends and strangers a wide berth.For over a year masks and social distancing have ruled my behavior and it is hard to unlearn these lessons. But I am thinking about it, and that is a good first step.

The shoe was on the other foot yesterday, as Richard and I took our post school day walk in Laurelhurst Park.

I’d like to say we meandered, but these days, Richard is on a mission. I’m not saying I have to run to keep up with him, be he goes at a fair clip and I have to walk fast. I don’t mind. I am hopeful my doctor will say nice things to me at my next physical – whenever that might be.

So, there we were, hoofing it through the park. We passed a group of men, then two older women before we got to the east end of the park. We sometimes see pairs of ducks here. Since early Spring, this has been their nesting grounds and a few weeks ago a sign in a childish script appeared warning people away from a particular spot at one corner of the horseshoe pitch, where duck eggs had been laid.

Over the weekend, ducklings had appeared. On Sunday – Mother’s Day – when I expected the park to be full but wasn’t due to an overcast sky – Richard and I stood in awe watching ducklings hop into the pond and swim. It doesn’t matter how old I get, ducklings still warm my heart.

Yesterday, as we rounded the east end, the men we had passed early, passed us. There is a lamppost that Richard has a special relationship with and he spent some time communing with it. When we restarted our walk, the men were a bit ahead, and so was a family of Canada geese. The group was waddling around on the north side of the path. The pond was on the south side.

I’d seen ducklings galore in the park, but I don’t recall ever having seen goslings. Richard was sniffing a particularly attractive tuft of grass so I watched the men veer away from the family, who were making their goosey way towards the path, and the pond. As we approached, the goose family arrived on the left side of the path. We stuck to the right side, this isn’t England after all.

I assumed we were far enough away. Richard was on the grass. I was on the very edge of the path. Apparently one of the parents did not agree, turned, and hissed at me. I apologized and kept moving forward, away from the goose family. Not good enough, the goos started running towards us, hissing more ferociously. Richard and I ran.

A couple was walking towards us on the path. The look half amused, half nervous. As we passed them, they took our place on the side far, far away from the goose family.

4 Responses to “Close Encounters of the Bird Kind”

  1. arjeha May 11, 2021 at 6:46 am #

    I, too, find it hard to leave the house without a mask. It has become an accessory for so long. There is also a practical side of wearing a mask, at least in my case. If I don’t shave on a particular day no one knows except Kathy.

    It is such fun seeing a family of ducks out for a stroll. We have a family that live in a pond down the road from us. The problem is that they sometimes walk too close to the road and cars go zooming by.

  2. haitiruth May 11, 2021 at 6:51 am #

    How fun to see the babies! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com

  3. Lisa Corbett May 11, 2021 at 4:45 pm #

    I wonder how long it will be until I get complacent about hand sanitizer. Right now I can’t imagine ever going into a store without using it before and after.

    I loved this story about Richard and his antics in the park. The Canada goose is a mean bird. I’m glad Richard ran away!

  4. Writing to Learn, Learning to Write May 12, 2021 at 3:59 am #

    Your walk is filled with adventure – including the idea of unmasking. I also feel hesitant to let go of these protections.

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