***Thanks to all of you who commented on my post about offensive vs. unoffensive content on this blog. I appreciate all of you***
I have been just dying to post tonight. Let me tell you a story or two:
First, at Armleder Park, I went out to get better pictures of the rough-legged hawk. (I think I have figured out what setting was wrong on my camera, but I didn't figure it out until later)
As I was slowly, quietly approaching the hawk, which was sitting in a tree not far from the edge of the trail, I saw a power-walking woman approaching. I had seen the hawk sit, unfazed by walkers, so I didn't think this woman would bother it. As she came closer, the hawk flushed and I lost sight of it. When she got closer, I realized why the hawk had panicked.
(I discretely turned on my camera and pretended to film something over the field as she walked by me...)
*Hear my deep sigh at the end? *
Isn't it sad that this woman was so intent on talking on her G.D. cell phone that she didn't notice the absolutely beautiful bird of prey not 20 feet from her?????
I cut through the field to go back to the car, and saw one of the numerous Northern Harriers coursing over the meadow. I decided to try and get a good picture of that, since the rough-legged was now gone.
Let me explain one thing: Dogs are NOT allowed off-leash in this park. The rangers have been cracking down on that because this is an area being developed for ground-nesting birds and other things, and there are signs all over the place telling people that they have to have their dogs leashed on a certain sized leash, and they have to CONTROL their dogs at all times.
That said, read what happened next.
I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted, "You have to have those dogs on a leash!" To that, the man gave a goofy laugh. It was then that I knew I was dealing with someone of limited intelligence. I walked closer and as he approached, still calling his not-listening dogs, I said, "You have to have dogs on a leash when you are out here. You can get fines for letting them run."
He said, with a little laugh, "Oh, I know..." and walked away from me.
So, this guy KNEW the rules, and ignored them. Okay, you stupid git. I am now about to ruin your day.
I walked fast back to the car and drove to the other side of the park where I had seen a park ranger, told the officer what the Jogging-Moron was doing, where he was, and then started to drive out.
I watched in my rear-view mirror as the ranger drove around to the other end of the park and stop the jogger to give him a ticket for his blatant disregard for rules.
The rest of my day was happy.