Walking The Walk

When I was a boy, I would gladly have made the following bargain:
Trade all the rest of your life. For just one day in the Cretaceous.

When I got a little older, I decided to add the following proviso:
As long as I don’t get chomped in the first five minutes!

Today would have tempted me to make a similar deal.

On a glorious spring day, I walked in Thoreau’s footsteps.
From Walden Pond to Drumlin Farm.

Pro Tip: Walden Pond is closer to Lincoln Station than it is to Concord Center.
(Thank you, Christine!)

The ice is out on Walden Pond!

Here’s how it looked during my visit last month.

So today I went over to Thoreau’s Cove (near where his original hut stood).

And I walked to Drumlin Farm as he would have done:
Not on the roads, but through the woods.

Reading Thoreau is great, but walking him is even better.

You may remember my trip to Drumlin Farm last November.
You can check it out here.

This time I once again climbed the drumlin.
To get this look at Mount Monadnock.
One of Thoreau’s favorite views.

(Mount Wachusett is on the right. Monadnock is on the left.)

I am going up Monadnock this fall with two high school buddies.

(Hey, Bob! We better get in shape.
Or Sharon is going to kick our ass.
Thanks to her new hip, she’s the Bionic Woman!
And we are still struggling with the original equipment.)

We will be following in Thoreau’s footsteps there too.
He loved to climb Monadnock.

I didn’t see any dinos today. But I saw a lot of birds.
Which, evolutionarily speaking, are the closest thing we now have to an Albertosaurus or a Velociraptor.

Don’t think so? Then check out this raptor.

The red-tailed hawk.
I’ve blogged this guy before.

He was cruising over a field. Looking for a snack.

But I also saw some less ferocious specimens.
Check out these QTs!

(Please note: these photos are not mine. Once I lock on to these babies with my binoculars, I’m not looking away for a single second to fumble around with a camera!)

The tree swallows were taking over a nesting box.

Black-capped chickadees (the state bird of Massachusetts) were all over the place. They are very playful!

Saw this Dapper Dan several times: the kildeer.

The white-breasted nuthatch.

And the tufted titmouse.

I am not making these up!

And, of course, the eastern bluebird. 
They were out in force.
And really putting on a show.

The first time I saw one, many years ago, I thought:
”How can anything be that blue?”

Which is exactly what I thought today.

This was the first time this year that I got out my trusty Nikons.

I wasn’t very quick on the draw, I’m afraid.
Must get better before the big May migration.

Picked this up in the Audubon Shop to prepare myself.

I may require sedation.

Walking in Henry’s footsteps.
Topping up the tan.
And seeing my birdies.

A great day indeed.
And you know what the best thing is?

It didn’t have to be my last.