Recent rainfalls brought everything back to life. The water of the pond reached the level of the dam to create a current of refreshment. Wood ducks started to come back. The birds were singing again. The turtles came out dancing. The spiders contributed fireworks. Young and old ganoderma mushrooms joined the celebration parade. New flowers are coming out in the mini-gardens at both the top and bottom of the meadow. The morning sun was busy setting up a spotlight and tried to determine the priority of objects.
Speaking of living creatures, some of them appear to have amazing instincts. I had an interesting experience yesterday morning after walking past the bridge and trying to take a few shots of the trees on the Northwest side of the pond. I first heard a blue jay screaming and saw the bird hopping swiftly toward the bridge, and then a squirrel from my right side made a strange sound like a baby blue jay's screaming. I stepped back and tried to take a picture of the bird. All of a sudden a large piece of tree branch fell in front of me. I thank the little friends for their warning and keeping me from being harmed. Kevin once shared with me his miraculous story of being saved by a dog from being hit by a flying rocket bomb shell. Divine interventions sometimes seemed to be delivered through our animal friends. Agree?
I am a frequent visitor of Brightwood Park and enjoy sharing my discoveries.
Brightwood Park is on the North end of Prospect Street. Go past Franklin School and look for the entrance on the left.