The temperature today raced past the forecast high in the mid 50s and reached 61 by mid afternoon. I spent some time sitting by the creek, soaking in the sound of the water rushing out of the pool and between two large rocks on its way downstream. Behind me, the water gurgled with a little less intensity as it ran down a riffle of gravel before pouring into the pool beside me. Closing my eyes, I imagined, from the sounds behind and before me, that the water was flowing right through me.
Afterwards, I took a slow walk up one side of the creek to the next bridge, then crossed over to head home. As seems to be the normal pattern, with the warm weather came a flock of robins.
The woods along Sligo Creek were quiet and still, but for the energetic bustle of the transient robins.
Some were using shallow spots in the creek to bathe. Most were spread out across the forest floor, foraging in the thick layer of fallen leaves. There was a constant rustling sound, and small patches of leaves were tossed into the air as the birds rooted beneath for things to eat. It was quite entertaining to watch the little eruptions popping up all around.
I walked further on and checked on three black walnut trees that I planted several years ago. They're all alive, but I need to install new, and somewhat larger wire cages around them to keep the deer from eating them as they grow.
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