The Curmudgeonly Professor

Bird on a Bare Winter Branch

 

Adventures on the Jordan River Trail

Yesterday while walking along the Jordan River Trail, I met two of my trail friends.  Lorrie informed me, "Dwight, I think you have your shirt on inside-out," to which I immediately replied, not having noticed it before, "Well, the spots are all on the other side."  This episode reminded me of another wardrobe malfunction that occurred a few years ago, and is known only by a few intimate family members.  However, as a clue, I can tell you that I experienced momentary extreme frustration and bewilderment in a near-crisis moment while in the boy's room on that occasion. 

The wildflowers and blooming weeds and plants were just reaching their early summer peak in late June when the parks people mowed both sides of the trail back about 20 yards or so, thus destroying all of the flowers and blooms.  The flowers have never recovered, but some are now making a late summer comeback.  I suppose that a good reason exists for mowing, but much of the enjoyment of the trail went with the mowers' sickles.

Does this make sense?  Someone walks along the trail for exercise and fitness, and leaves a pile of cigarette butts by one of the benches where he/she stops to smoke.  Really, really smart.

Usual stupid and egregious dog owners too lazy to carry a plastic bag.

Dozens of Daisy ducks on the ponds, but no Donalds.  Who tends the harems? Where are the mallards?  And how do ducks communicate?  Does one duck say to the other ducks, "I'm tired of floating around on this pond, and the stupid people are not bringing us any bread crumbs, so let's get up and fly around in circles for awhile and see what is going on?"  Or something like that.  Most birds are long gone since early summer.  Need a camera with a super fast macro lens for birds, bugs, bees, and stuff like that.