This is the entrance in the 40 acre park in Kirkland, WA.
Life disappoints. There is a place, however, when we mentally and physically tire that can lift us up. It is nature’s wilderness designed especially for us to enjoy. This post is dedicated to those faint in spirit. I get it. I really do. Word to the wise—don’t be too hard on yourself. The world does enough of that. To you that know me personally- I consider it a high privilege that you call me a friend.
Until next time reader. May you live with love in your life and a sense of real joy.
“Stop the car!” I told my driver. I saw a bald eagle and wanted to get its picture. The car came to a halt. While opening my door, I put on my boots (tip one). This was number one priority to slosh in the marsh and keep my feet dry.
The eagle has landed!
I made sure my camera was firmly attached to my strap (tip two) that was around my neck to assist with stability as my Nikon D 80 is not light weigh.
I also needed to make sure my autistic son in the back seat was happy with a drink and snacks (tip three). We had along with us the puppy who is a one year old German Shepard. He was preoccupied with a toy( tip four). I sure did not want him to jump out and ruin an opportune moment in my birding adventure.
Snapping this bird shot may have been my easiest one for the day! TIP SIX: Ask a local chicken where the best bird watching is located! He will cluck you the answer!
Two decades ago I began a routine of taking my children to the parks around Seattle. Over the years, two sweet boys and I hung around the magical waters of the Pacific Northwest. I must admit the boys seemed more interested in the sand on the beach, but when we took them in the stroller, they would get dreamy eyed watching the ducks dip, dive,and fly around the pond!
I go alone on those walks now and reflect. It seems the ducks do the same thing —that is reflect. See for yourself. The pond and the duck are equally important don’t you think for a great reflection?
Who would have thought that taking a nice leisurely ride this weekend for eagle watching would land us in a Chicken Parade? As serendipity would have it, we arrived 30 minutes prior to when the big clucks were about to convene down the main street of Edison, Washington.
This chicken was on a mission!
Edison’s population is a whopping 135. It was named after (you got it) the great inventor Thomas Edison. The town had decided about four years ago to have their parade in conjunction with the winter hawk count. This area is known for their bird habitat because of the second largest river in the area called the Skagit River. It is a flat open delta which attracts birds of all kind. In fact the count since started in 1989 has been close to 12,000!
The parade has begun!
We decided to stay because I wondered how the heck could anyone make chickens walk in a parade. We noticed the town’s two block street was filling up quickly with folks lined up on both sides of the little road anxiously awaiting the guests of honors. People dressed up in chicken outfits began their reconnaissance mission of making sure the street was ready for all the excitement. Even dogs were invited for the big day.
Our Dog Stanny was a little nervous to say the least. He just didn’t understand why their was such a fuss about something that he could “gobble” down with one chomp!
Blue the Chihuahua watched very intently as the excitement passed him. He could hardly contain himself…Can you tell?
At approximately 12 noon the parade began. By 1210 pm it was all done! It was the greatest 10 minutes of my afternoon too. To be involved in the great annual chicken parade is hard to describe. I guess my pictures will have to do the talking, but I was real glad we made it even if it was a complete surprise!
The back roads of Skagit Valley were enjoyed by my older son and myself on a slow paced day of gorgeous farmlands!
“What do you mean becoming a farmer?” Knowing all too well that my son had all ready given me 20 other occupations he had been investigating at the university. This time he sounded really serious.
As we finished our conversation I felt a twinge of excitement living vicariously through my son’s ideas and potential future career path. After all hunting, searching, and hoping are just the beginning as we progress though life and its many decisions.
The Great Blue Heron shows itself with its rather large and lanky body.
The land that Padilla Bay surrounds was designated in 1980 for research and is managed by the Department of Ecology.
The Great Blue Heron utilizes its knife like bill to capture fish to eat.
Our conversation was two days ago and I could not help to think about it as I decided to take a day trip to Padilla Bay Reserve. The weather was perfect and I knew it would be a beautiful drive on the back roads of the Skagit Valley here in Washington State. There was much to see in the wetlands including up to 55,000 migrating birds!
The Trumpeter Swan love to walk through grounds such as these. Information was noted that they almost went extinct, but have since rebounded.
The Trumpeter Swan are found often with mates.
Agriculture is a major component of these parts of our state from small organic gardens too much larger farms. Follow me though the back roads just north of Seattle and see all the possibilities. Exploring these acres of inspiration brought to mind that it is good to see countryside preserved. Thinking that my son may be interested in being a part of a movement in his generation to roll up his sleeves and keep our lands protected made me awful proud.
The slow paced drive through the farmlands of Skagit Valley are eye candy to the nature and wildlife enthusiast.
The natural things in my life have not always been ideal. Sometimes I have lost my way especially in the joy department. Periodically, I search for ways to bring me back to a heightened awareness of the spiritual that I believe is in all of us. It is not good to live life as if the glass is half empty. Rather, I choose to live it half full!