The past couple of days have brought us folks in Northern New Jersey near pristine evenings. Sparkling clean air almost made you feel the shimmer and sheen of dusk as the sun began dipping against colbolt blue skies. Whether you only had five minutes to spare or fifteen, the clear signs of spring were beckoning. Last night I was helpless to resist and called my friend, Stephanie, to see if she wanted to take a jaunt around the lake at Wooddale, one of our local parks, Now, you've probably seen swans gracefully gliding across a pond or lake, right? But, have you ever seen a swan fly? I hadn't ... untill last night. Suddenly, Stephanie and I heard a swosh and looked up to see the two swans flapping their expansive white wings while circling the lake. They continued and then crossed the lake and began descending for their landing. Gradually, they skidded across the water and came to a stop. That answered my question, do swans fly? I had wondered if park officials placed the swans in the lake or they arrived on their own. I guess if they can fly, they can choose their favorite lake. Curiously, answers come to us ... and sometimes from the birds. The previous night while rounding the lake on the adjacent walkway, I kept hearing squaking sounds and wanted to know what they were from? Soon, I discovered the near screeching sounds were coming from the Red-Winged Blackbirds nesting in the reeds and cattails. Now, just why they make all that racket or what they are squaking about is unbeknowst to me at this time. If you have that answer, enlighten me. Of course, I was delighted by witnessing a couple robins. They are quieting to the heart since they are our signature sign of spring. Well, so much for hanging out with the birds...maybe today I'll run into a few bees:>.
Until next time ... Top Blond Taking The Day!
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