I hiked the 4.5-mile loop at Radnor Lake this afternoon, but only after watching a highly localized (and actually, truly useful) animated radar image at www.weather.com to track the passing thunderstorms and determining I was in the clear. Though, via radar, it appeared the storm nicked the hills of Radnor, nothing was wet.
As always, I started at the Granny White parking lot and walked up the road to the lake, and I knew it would be a good deer day when two were spotted on the steep hill to the south of the road, about thirty seconds after I left the parking lot.
I proceeded up the road and took a right onto the South Cove trail as I enjoyed a just-added Law of Attraction-related podcast. Yes, I must confess that I, Stephen, a.k.a. Natureboy, sullied my nature experience with vibrating earbuds.
Despite a mild fear of setting a churlish tone for this brand new unspoiled Nashville, Tennessee hiking blog, I will say that the third deer I spotted on this evening’s hike, a large doe in the South Cove area, was taking a dump. Well, it was a first for me…seeing a deer do that, you know.
There are virtually always critters to be seen while hiking the road between the South Cove and Lake trails, and today I saw a flock of Canada geese taking it easy toward the north as well as a flock of ducks resting in the mud on the south side of the road. This time there were no great blue herons, nor deer belly-deep in the bog feasting on phytonutrients; just one deer on the shoreline, between the southeast bog and the road leading south to the ranger cabin.
By the time I reached the top of Ganier Ridge, I was a hair more well-versed in the Art of Allowing, and I now knew that my feelings are, in fact, the representatives of my guidance system, that the way I feel is the true indicator of my alignment with Source. Groovy.
For the first time in three hikes, I did not see a deer resting — actually lying down – in the dry gully or arroyo along the railroad tie staircase while descending Ganier Ridge. Let’s see…what else did I not see…
A lovely pair of fawns was loitering on the bank of the creek, below the lake, near the GW lot. One of the two small spotteds was right beside a wooden bench and trotted to be next to the sibling, about 2o feet off the trail. It was a great sighting and was the second or third instance on this hike that I wished for the presence of Kelly “Kam” S. In fact, this wildlife viewing was the source of today’s blog entry title. The fawns were behaving as a pair o’puppies might: the smaller one, the one which was right beside the trail and bench until I appeared, sniffed the other one and licked its face a few times. I watched these fawns for about ten minutes, which was the length of time it took for them to tire of my varied noisemaking; they disappeared from sight when they ambled down the steep embankment of the creek.
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