Lackford Lakes

 

  

 

  

  

 This weekend we decided to spend some time at a local nature reserve. We spent a little bit strolling on the pathways and watching a couple of baby birds swim around and chirp. They weren't ducks but they were some type of waterbird (waterfowl?) and they were adorable.

Most of the people one encounters at Lackford Lakes seem to be extremely avid bird watchers. You can usually tell that sort of thing from the binoculars and gigantic telephoto lenses they carry around. If I were a bird watcher I probably would have known what type of baby birds we were watching. Or if I had taken the time to read the sign maybe. I can see it in my mind's eye " please be quiet, [insert bird name here] nesting."

We sat ourselves in a hide to watch these cute little guys and I'm sorry, I took pictures of them but they're pretty blurry and you can't really tell how cute the birdlings were nor can you hear the adorable chirping so what's the point is what I figure.

It started to get pretty cold toward the end of our excursion and that little cardigan/scarf combo were just not cutting it anymore. So I guess what I'm trying to say is I have finally accepted fall into my life but I'm none too pleased with it. The pumpkin things that have taken over the internet are still not welcome into this house. I think I'm just bitter because I packed up all my boots and sweaters three months ago anticipating them to be shipped in July and now I have to get them all out again. But I really love wearing boots so bitterness be gone!

One last note: Forrest and I both really get an unearthly sense of joy from stomping around in our rain boots (but probably more me than him). I walk in puddles on purpose. Sometimes I turn around and walk through them again. I was lagging behind on our walk (taking nature photos, you know) when I looked up to see that Forrest standing in a puddle. He then declared that he was using his rain boots more than I was and ha ha.
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Boy, did I show him.