Here’s a photo from tonight’s ride. This magpie just sat and posed, then as soon as I put my phone back into my pocket a deer walked into the meadow. By the time I was ready to snap a picture of her her head was down in the tall grass and you couldn’t see her in a photo.
I forgot to post my photo last time. The yucca is in bloom.
Isn’t it lovely?
I had lots of time to admire it. I got another flat tire.
We live in a great neighborhood with lots of kids nearby, but living in suburbia has left us with a backyard that is pretty uninspiring. Our yard in Ohio has become a legend and when my dreams of rural living with lots of space for kids and chickens to roam didn’t pan out quite how I envisioned with our move to Colorado I was left wondering what my kids would do outside. We have a trampoline and a sand box and lots and lots of rocks, but I have been scouring craigslist for a play ground of some kind for years. Then one day a neighbor called to ask if we’d want a big wooden play set– for free. YES!
We borrowed a little old pick-up from a friend and hauled the heavy pieces home in a few trips.
It was hard work, but totally worth it. We’re a few days into it now so the tire swing squabbles have subsided and my little boys are loving LIVING at the park.
perfect weather
sail boats on the reservoir
first king birds seen
first meadowlarks heard
goat-head in my tire
rode a long way without air in my back tire so Barry didn’t have to pay to get into the park
still a good ride
Today I got on my road bike for the first time since sometime in the fall of 2010. The weather was perfect as I wound my way along the bike path through the state park just minutes from our house. The cottonwood trees are just starting to get their leaves. The wading birds are starting to fly in– I saw several white faced ibis shaking their curved beaks in a pond. The mallards are nesting, the red winged black birds are calling, a ring necked pheasant jumped out at me from a clump of cat tails. High in a dead tree I saw a woodpecker that looked like a northern flicker, but bigger, so I need to figure out what kind it was.
It was a reminder of my college days wandering Cache Valley Utah in search of wetlands with avocets and cranes and heron rookeries.
I don’t ride me bike to be fast. I ride to watch the birds.