Stopped by Creamer’s Field, (which just happens to be where I used to wander through the grain fields when I was growing up) to catch a glimpse of the variety of migratory fowl that are returning to feast on grain that has been provided up in the fields of what is now called Creamer’s Wildlife Refuge. Suffice it to say that I am old enough to remember having milk delivered from the Creamer’s Dairy you can see in the background.
In addition to watching the birds, I also enjoyed watching cars pull in and out, and people of all ages and walks of life coming to look at the birds. Next to me on the left were 3 young children, about 5 or 6 years old, who apparently had just come from school. Their mother was chatting with an acquaintance while the two girls climbed over the fence to slog through the mud, with their older brother egging them on to scream as loud as they could. To my right was an older man, seated on the tailgate of his pick-up truck. Judging by the size of the amazing lens, he was waiting for the perfect shot of one of the trumpeter swans in flight to occur. Along the parking spaces were other bird watchers, sitting in the cars, just enjoying the sunny day and peaceful sight of all the birds, a sure sign of spring.