Mulling things on my morning ramble with Lady, our family's mutt.
As we crossed the side rail separating the town from the wildness of the town pond, I heard the hammering of a woodpecker on a tree by the southwest corner of the north old clay pit.
I was kind of proud that I actually found it. I looked for a dead tree, then scanned it until I found the woodpecker. I think it was a hairy woodpecker, but I am not certain because I did not get much of a better look at it than this photo. Look close for the woodpecker.
The hammerin' reminded me of the yammerin' I heard for eight hours yesterday on opening day of the Chicagoland Fishing, Travel & Outdoors Expo at the Schaumburg Convention Center.
I am a writer I am used to largely being in isolation for much of my work day. So it was a bit of a shock to my system to have all that interactions.
It is probably good for me.
We set out this morning in the light, because I slept late for me. It was a long but good day yesterday. I left home at 9 a.m. and did not finish writing my Sunday column for the Sun-Times until midnight, 15 hours. So I slept until 6 a.m.
The ice fishermen have a heavier-worn path out to the strange spot on the north pit. They are also are fishing more logical (at least to me) spots on the south pit on the edge of the deeper holes. I think that would fall under structure fishing.
Lady leaped around in complete circles on the east side of the south pit. I think she was just joyful over a complete ramble.
Back in town, the bank thermometer read 23. It was that kind of morning, but a bright wintry one.
A gray squirrel ran around the yard with feeders across from the bus barn. A new dog at the bus barn barked at either us or the gray squirrel or maybe both.
A blue jay squawked down the street a block over as we turned toward home.
It was a good walk in the light before another long day inside a building talking about deeds done outside.