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Lets All do the Mockingbird Hop

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Although many beautiful creatures were seen visits to the Hot Springs National Park this week it was the hopping Mockingbird that really grabbed my attention. On two separate occasions I spotted hookbeak the Northern Mockingbird was perched atop the dome of the Quapaw Bath House.  His loud singing was echoing through the Historic District and into the Mountains.  While watching his serenade to the park I noticed he would hop up flapping his wings momentarily hovering above his perch.  I am uncertain if this is a mating or territorial ritual or both, but I had to share this wonderful display. My husband Rick and I were mesmerized.  Please see the video below…

My other favorite sighting is set of photos is of the lovely female Squirrel with the bobbed tail.  I felt a be voyeuristic peering through the leaves watching her graceful grooming. A lovely Blue Jay landed in the Tree above me and what I thought was dried leaves turned out to be a white Moth shedding a rust colored covering. Oh and don’t miss the sweet trio of House Sparrow Chicks.

Don’t forget Nature is waiting to wrap you in her beauty!

Love to ALL,
Lee


Squirrels, Ice Cream Cone and Pink Poodles

Fountain Street Squirrel Ice Cream Cone

Where do Pink Poodles Shop? Central Ave Hot Springs

Somewhere on the edge of the city and the park wildlife tries to survive. When we leave our unhealthy food garbage on the ground it can end up in the hands of creatures who can become ill from its consumption.  This morning I saw a squirrel eating a discarded Ice Cream Cone.  I was not cute, it was sad. Please when you are in or near of our precious parks please dispose of your garbage in the receptacles provided throughout the park and on the city sidewalks.

It is already 78 degrees when I leave for my hike at 7:45 this morning.  As I head toward the Floral Trail I hear crunching above me on Fountain Street by the entrance to the park.  I Look up to see a Squirrel eating the cone of an ice cream cone, not a very good breakfast for this sweet creature.

Further up the Trail a Little Squirrel stands pensively as I approach, its sweet face is a perfect start to my morning. It brings joy to my heart on the way to North Mountain.   I hike up the Floral Trail to the Lower Dogwood Trail and hike toward the Upper Dogwood.  As I pass the second rest bench I hear a rustling above me and look up to see a sweet squirrel nibbling on a nut.  It is nestled above me in the green leaves of the Tree next to me.

I head up the Upper Dogwood to connect with the Lower Dogwood Loop and cannot wait to be engulfed in the bright green Trail.  As near the top of the Trail I see a squirrel munching on the leaves in the Tree above me. It is a lovely morning of Squirrels.  When I reach the Lower Dogwood Trail I am heart broken by what I see in the middle of the trail.  It is a now deceased baby Opossum, I can not figure out how it was hit in the middle of the path. My hike around the North side of trail is a silent somber experience.

On the south side of the  trail I photograph the lovely little Fungi growing along the trail edges. They are an ever changing colorful decoration in the Spring Forest.  I hike down the Floral Trail on North Mountain then hike up the Floral Trail on the Hot Springs Mountain side. At the top I connect with the Honeysuckle Trail, then the Peak Trail and continue on the Promenade.  Along the Promenade yellow Butterfly Weed is in full bloom and several Bumble Bees are feeding on the flowers. The brightly colored Wildflowers remind me of sunshine.  A beautiful Northern Mockingbird lands in front of me as I move toward the Park exit on Spring Street.

Thank You for hiking with me in Forest, I always appreciate your company.
Dance in the Forest and Let Nature fill your heart.
Love,
Lee

PS: the cute pink Poodle was watching the foot traffic on Central Avenue :o)


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