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morning bike ride
Aug. 19th, 2008 07:40 amI've been doing pretty well with this lately. It's been easy as it's been so nice, hardly summerlike (the last few days are back to summer, though.)
Every morning I see mourning doves (morning doves? :-) and usually some robins, occasionally a jay or some crows. From time to time around here I see a catbird or two. But when I'm riding my bike down the trail in the morning I almost always hear a rooster.
He lives at one of the houses along the trail, and it's one of those houses that you *know* interesting people live in, just by seeing their garden (lush but not overgrown, full of flowers and vegetable plants that so not live in ordered, regimented rows, but that are not wildly straggling all over) and their ornamentation (enough to be interestingly eccentric, without being tacky or looking like a tinker's stall).
And then yesterday I got a pleasant surprise. Before I even got to the rooster's street, as I paused for breath at the top of a rise, I heard... a GOAT! It *might* be a sheep, but I find that unlikely on a number of levels. Someone across the stream has a goat! Another auditory pleasure to add to my morning.
And I'm pausing less. I used to stop once on the flat stretch to the playground, once after it at the top of the rise, once at the bamboos past the bridge (three are lots of bridges, but not many bamboo thickets), and once at the top of the small hill at the dormitory-apartments. I've been pushing through one or more of these as I go, and today I paused for breath once, on the rise. I have even started riding through the gap in the guard rails and up the street to the stop sign at the end before I start the homeward leg. Usually I would get off and walk the bike up that hill there, but I had to ride up it one day (there were people watching! :-), and I've started doing that every day now.
Sooner or later, I will need to start going all the way up that hill again, to Garland or Greenwood. And eventually finding a longer route.
Every morning I see mourning doves (morning doves? :-) and usually some robins, occasionally a jay or some crows. From time to time around here I see a catbird or two. But when I'm riding my bike down the trail in the morning I almost always hear a rooster.
He lives at one of the houses along the trail, and it's one of those houses that you *know* interesting people live in, just by seeing their garden (lush but not overgrown, full of flowers and vegetable plants that so not live in ordered, regimented rows, but that are not wildly straggling all over) and their ornamentation (enough to be interestingly eccentric, without being tacky or looking like a tinker's stall).
And then yesterday I got a pleasant surprise. Before I even got to the rooster's street, as I paused for breath at the top of a rise, I heard... a GOAT! It *might* be a sheep, but I find that unlikely on a number of levels. Someone across the stream has a goat! Another auditory pleasure to add to my morning.
And I'm pausing less. I used to stop once on the flat stretch to the playground, once after it at the top of the rise, once at the bamboos past the bridge (three are lots of bridges, but not many bamboo thickets), and once at the top of the small hill at the dormitory-apartments. I've been pushing through one or more of these as I go, and today I paused for breath once, on the rise. I have even started riding through the gap in the guard rails and up the street to the stop sign at the end before I start the homeward leg. Usually I would get off and walk the bike up that hill there, but I had to ride up it one day (there were people watching! :-), and I've started doing that every day now.
Sooner or later, I will need to start going all the way up that hill again, to Garland or Greenwood. And eventually finding a longer route.
