dead bird in my grille

 

Wehr's Bridge, 1841

Today Pam, her adult child, and I walked at Covered Bridge Park in Whitehall. It's almost in their neighborhood. I looked at the map and it looked like the trail was on both sides of the creek.

Manasses Guth Covered Bridge, 1858

 

 

 

Pam asked which way to go. She said lets head this way and we can walk to the other bridge and back. What! I didn't realize was that there was two covered bridges in the park.

The first interesting thing, other than the second bridge, was this bridge crossing the creek. It's only pretty on this side of the creek. The style is very similar to the one at Trexler Nature Center. This bridge crossing has a lot of steps so it's not wheelchair or stroller friendly.

We followed the trail for awhile and then it ended  at a subdivision. We backtracked and went a different direction. That ended at a comfort station and athletic fields. We crossed the basketball courts and followed the lawn to the second bridge before turning around and coming back.

We crossed the parking lot and went thru the children's play area. There was this sculpted tree at the entrance. The mama owl and the baby were at the top along with a woodpecker. There was a racoon and her baby on the one side, and also a squirrel and tortoise. It was beautiful. It looks like the holes were in the tree, but maybe the sculptor created them.

We walked back to the lot. We had parked in the shade under a tree.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I hate dead things. I will walk blocks out of my way to avoid them. If they can't be avoid I run past them, kind-of screaming. So imagine my surprise when I returned home from walking and was emptying the car. Wow. I have a leaf in my grille. I walk over to it and did my dead animal scream/dance and ran into the house.

Now I always call someone to clean up dead things.The last was a squirrel. I decided I'd go back out and turbo wash it away at the car wash. It didn't work. So I drove to my nephews house, and he tried. But it turns out that he doesn't like things much more than I do. I finally called Bonnie and went to her house. She appeared wearing rubber gloves, and extracted the robin from my grille. Then carried it all the way around the house and put it, unbagged, in the trash. Gross. If I'd open the trash can I'd freak out.

Miles/Steps:  I forgot to look. My guess was about 3
Weather:       low 80s, sunny, not super humid.
Bathrooms:   Comfort station I-4.5 There was also a ton of port-o-potties around the park, and another comfort station being built.
$ found:        C found 30c
Wildlife:        Geese in the field