I am in no hurry. It’s not really a hike, or even a walk. I’m not out for exercise, except for the dog. I just need to reconnect with the woods. I’m meandering.
The birds are very vocal. Crows. Blue Jays. Chickadees. Nuthatches. Cardinals. The air is just still enough that traffic noises are amplified, which annoys me… but I try to ignore it.
As I walk into the woods and down the hill to the creek, I scan the forest floor for any hint of green. I see Foam Flower leaves and Christmas Fern. The leaves of the Partridge Berry are complimented well by the bright red fruit. All of this was covered one week ago by several inches of snow.
I sit on a log and watch the birds and listen to their songs and calls. I recognize many, but there are new ones, too. This is cavity-nesters haven! Chickadees. Titmice. Downy Woodpeckers. Nuthatches. They flit from one hole to another, engage in skirmishes, and scold each other. I try to find the source of a new song, but I am not successful. That’s OK. I’ll try again in a day or two.