No heffalumps, either

Today's adventure: in which Pooh (sans Piglet) heads for the Hundred-Acre Wood to pick up nasties with a litter mob but finds...no one about.

Well, okay, it was scheduled for 9 a.m. and I got there at 9:12, the sort of idiotic stunt that is typical of me—blog about something and get there late. But how far could they have got with latex gloves and grabbers?

 

 

 

 

 

I listened attentively for the sound of gleeful disgust as the crew exorcised the remains of various dangerous (well, safer, actually) liaisons. Nothing but birdsong...lots of it. One of those perfect "I'm in Brooklyn?" moments.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here are three blurry birds of the day:

     

Catbird! Cardinal! And way up there, outrageously yellow, a Baltimore Oriole! Also heard: flickers and a thrush. Also seen: black-capped chickadees, zillions of robins, a black-throated warbler, a hawk cruising the Long Meadow, and a very sociable red-winged blackbird:

 

 

 

 

 

 

I mosied over to the Vale of Cashmere, another locale often littered with icky debris, and still was almost entirely alone. (If I get mugged here, mates, I muttered to the invisible mob...)

 

In fact, the place looked as if a cleaning crew had just been by; fresh bags in the trash, and no depravity evident except for a donut feast. Sadly, the Vale's gorgeous serpentine pond lies drained.

 

All alone, I found a recently festooned May-pole. No one to dance about it with, however! So...how did I miss you guys? (According to instigator Marie of 66 Square Feet, a small but promising mob did show up at some point, although one "got lost in the bushes" for awhile, and we're doing it again in 2 weeks; I'll be there.)

Comments

[Marie]

Read post about it all tomorrow. Sorry we missed each other. Next time? Disgust was tempered with delight, Ooh, a condom full of urine! Ah, a trillium! Oooh, used toilet paper, Ah, May apple flowers!