Pickerington Ponds Metro Park, 15 of 19
If you want a walk in the park where you will only see 1 or 2 other people the whole morning, this is the place for you. We saw one man walking from a different parking lot from where we parked and 2 women sitting and talking quietly on a bench near a stream. Other than that, we had the place to ourselves. And for that reason, I took the harness and leash off Dora, so she could enjoy her freedom. If she had been a puppy, I would have worried that she would run into the weeds and give a bunch of ticks a nice ride and a free breakfast, but she loved just walking along with us. But when we did see another person, I quickly snapped on the leash, and that seemed to be her cue to pull as hard as if she were in harness. I guess she equates the leash with work, even though I left the harness perched on my shoulder. Once the wonderful smells of another person had passed, the leash came off, and she was back to relaxed mode. It’s just like Dan and me. Whenever we saw a person walking toward us, Dan would say, “Mask up,” and we’d pull up our masks. Then when they had passed, he’d say, “Mask down,” and we’d be in relaxed mode again.
Dan commented many times on the yellow flowers that appeared to be everywhere, and on looking them up on the internet, he surmised they were Goldenrod. Here’s a picture of just one.
As usual, I paid no attention to the direction we walked or the trail names, so I’ll have to quote Dan when he said, “It seems from the map that we took Killdear and Yellowlegs for 3.59 miles.”
Here’s a description of the park that was posted on one of the trails. “Pickerington Ponds is a premier spot for birdwatching, with more than 260 species seen. The combination of seasonal ponds and rich wetland vegetation, with bordering woodlands, serve as a magnet for migrating waterfowl, shore birds and land birds. Deer, beaver, fox and other wildlife can be seen near the ponds and adjoining woods and fields of this 1,608 acre park.”
One of the most memorable features of this park for me was hearing for the first time the warning noise coming from a squirrel. I couldn’t identify it, nor could Dan, and he couldn’t see it as we stood on a bridge, listening intently. He made a recording of it, and I shared it with my birder friend Donna who knew at once what it was. This would be a wonderful place to come in the spring, when the birds are having a party, trying to impress the lady birds. It would also be fun if they allowed cross country skiing, because the paths were wide and only very gently rolling in a couple of spots. Otherwise, it was flat and not full of sharp turns.
It was also easy to walk on, as it was all small gravel, dirt, and grass.
Dan took a picture of Dora and me in front of a historic bridge and another of us with the pond beyond the fence behind us. It was a leisurely morning, despite our respectable distance walked. Only 4 more parks to go.
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