Last Sunday at 7:20 a.m., running with my dog, Dickens, south on McCormick, we got to Devon, and we noticed four deer on the south-east corner. Standing. Waiting for the light to change, maybe. Then three more deer came up from the canal, then two more, and another. In all, 11 deer congregated at Devon and McCormick. The light changed to green, and they all moved north, as gracefully as a breeze.
This past week, Michele and Dickens walked around Indian Boundary, and spotted a bunch of baby ducks. The whole pack of them wouldn't make an appetizer. Cute yellow fluffy things.
The goslings can't be far behind.
A great beautiful weekend shaping up in West Ridge. I hope everyone gets a chance to enjoy it!