Hello to everyone on this Wednesday afternoon! Going outside without having to wear a jacket is so nice. Listening to the many birds singing. Squirrels chasing each other. The last of the snow melting. Sun shining brightly. Well, it was anyway, the clouds have moved in and blocked that warm sunshine. But it is still beautiful out there. So nice to hear the robins singing again. That is definitely a real spring song.
There is nothing quite like a nice spring walk. One time I decided to follow this old trail I discovered. There really wasn’t much of a trail, but what was left of it was still visible anyway. Off I went. There were no leaves out yet so I could see for a long distance through the trees. The only sound for the first part of my walk was the sound of my footsteps. Then I heard some rustling in old leaves. Sure enough, it was a squirrel, looking for something to eat. Then I heard some birds singing up ahead. White-throated sparrows, a fox sparrow, even a warbler, my first of the year.
I came to some muddy part of the trail. Hmm, some bear tracks, big ones at that, and fresh. Probably made the previous night I assured myself. I kept on going. Then a large crashing through the trees. It startled me I must admit. But it was only some deer running away from me.
It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon. Overhead a majestic eagle soared higher and higher. I kept on walking. Soon I came to a beaver pond. I noticed close to the shore a nice freshly cut stick, just perfect to walk with. Who knows, it might come in handy. I didn’t know just how handy. After about half an hour I came to a small clearing and it looked like a pile of old lumber over on one side of that clearing. So I started across to check it out. Maybe there will be something interesting lying around. As I got closer to the pile of lumber I suddenly heard a cracking sound. I looked down to see I was standing on some old wooden door or something. Then a very loud crack and down I went. Fortunately I had that stick with me and managed to put it across the opening. It was a cover of an old well. And my feet were in the water. Sometimes these wells can be quite deep.
And cold. That water was definitely cold. Now I’m thinking how long this stick can hold me, it’s not exactly large. The sides of the well were lined with wood and were very slippery. So that didn’t help me much to climb up. Well, guess I will hope that stick will hold me so I can pull myself up. I’m just about at the top, then, another crack. The stick. This isn’t good. At the top of the well was a large metal hook which I quickly grabbed. Then I was able to pull myself the rest of the way up. Nice to be back on firm ground again.
Well, at least I knew where the well was, now I don’t need to worry. After all, they wouldn’t have two wells. I mean, why? At some point in the past some people lived here. But why? There was really no reason for living so far out, certainly wasn’t farm country. Oh well, probably never know the answer to that one.
The sun is trying to come out again. It’s one of those days that is just so nice. I will finish my little walk next time, which will be on Friday. Until then, enjoy the rest of your week and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.