Our home on Gardner Road wasn’t far from Black Creek. During much of the year, it was a fun play area for all children. Listen to my account of one spring adventure.
I was also drawn to this creek. It refreshed memories of my childhood living next to a swamp.
Once in high school, we were supposed to bring a sample of pond water to examine under a microscope. I brought a vile of water from the swamp. My cousin George asked me what I had in the bottle. “Swamp water,” I said. Immediately, George started calling me Swamp Water Sue. Such a great nickname. Thanks, George.
In biology class, I found a minuscule creature wiggling in the droplet set up on my microscope. The teacher didn’t know what it was. Later, I found a photo in a book of a mosquito larva, which is what it was. I found it odd that the teacher didn’t recognize it.
I had a great video of hundreds of geese flying away but it wouldn’t download. Today the geese took off before I was close enough for a good video, but other birds hung around.
Turn up volume to hear the sounds of spring on Sunnybook Farm.
It was a good walk and I managed to get back to the house with only a few raindrops hitting me.
Turn up your volume for this short video. Noting is moving, but there is an interesting sound.
At first I thought I heard birds, but as the sound changed so did my idea about the animal/s above.
Many critters stop over on Sunnybook Farm. Some settle down to have a family. I pretty sure I know what critter belongs to this sound. It must be baby raccoons.
Of course, little raccoons have to have a big mama around. Chickens beware!