Last night was the first frost of the season. We seem to be seeing the effects of it in a big way today. We made it to the Pickerington Ponds, but saw scant wildlife compared to the summertime. There were just a few ducks and a pair of cardinals. As we drove from one pond to another, a great blue heron jumped into the air from a stream, but it was behind us before we saw it.
The tree top nests of the heron seemed to be quite empty. A strange duck type bird did fly near us as it was squawking up a ruckus but it landed in the long grass before we could identify it. Lynne spotted a (spotted?) hawk as it flitted above a pheasant in some short grass. Evidently the pheasant was the wrong size for the next meal, and was allowed to fly away to some taller grass as the hawk left to seek some more fitting prey. Also spotted pairs of ducks and deer, which were captured on silicon.
We made a return trip to the Slate Run Farm to see how the autumn chores were progressing. The turkeys were quite a bit more vocal than last week, undoubtedly they are getting more anxious with each passing week. We got some good pictures of the meat in the smokehouse, and the preserves in the cellar.
On the way to dinner, the sun was blasting through some red and yellow leaves that provide some seasonal picture opportunities.
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Sunday, October 18, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Slate Run Farm Metro Park
Slate Run Farm Metro Park provided a nice splash of fall color with a little atmosphere from 19th century farming. I was actually looking for the Pickerington Ponds park, but went the wrong way on Gender Rd. (The Prius has many of the metro parks in her five-year-old nav system, but not the Ponds.)
This made for a very enjoyable afternoon. The farm had authentic canning and smoking facilities with a staff of very dedicated re-enactors tending to the chores and animals. Realistic too -- I almost made it passed the slopping of the hogs, without gagging. There were even freshly laundered clothes drying on the line. How bizarre is it to get all worked up about travelling to some distant place to see these things when so many folks have them in their own back yards?
This made for a very enjoyable afternoon. The farm had authentic canning and smoking facilities with a staff of very dedicated re-enactors tending to the chores and animals. Realistic too -- I almost made it passed the slopping of the hogs, without gagging. There were even freshly laundered clothes drying on the line. How bizarre is it to get all worked up about travelling to some distant place to see these things when so many folks have them in their own back yards?
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