Items left out of yesterday’s report: dead red fox on the bypass ramp. spring peepers’ noises from the wetlands, and a homeless snail inching across the dirt path. The snail had those little nubbin points on its head. Having seen many images and drawings of them and so few in real life, it was amusing to see the genuine thing.
Uneventful walk today. Rail falls. What stands out most to me are the replacement rails in the established split rail fencing and fresh saw cuts on some of the trees lateral: stumps and vertical: branches. The green unseasoned wood amid the weathered splints are evidence of someone having done simple and important maintenance tasks.
I walk without much sense of pleasure. I feel unrooted. Ill at ease, I guess you could say. There is a big plastic drink cup with blue tattoo lying in the grass along the path. The lettering reads CHILL, with the company name Sunoco below it. A white five-gallon bucket bobs upside-down in the creek. A gallon of gas cost $3.75 this morning at Sunoco, at Wawa, at Turkey Hill.
The Heron Report 