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Ken,
As you know I rise early each day and ride my bicycle around the lake.
During this ride I get to see the community while much of it is asleep.
However there are so many sounds that Mother nature has placed with us that for
many they never get to stop and smell the roses.
This morning, Easter Sunday, I heard the sounds of YOUR water foul and through all of that
noise I hear OFFICER TOM off on a hill side by the Drake Cemetery gobbling away.
He is trying to call in the hens for their breeding season. What a wonderful sound. Then there
are the birds that are singing their songs and flying around looking for the early worm that will
make their meal. Just thinking about that and all of a sudden the woodpeckers find their hollow
limb and you almost need ear plugs the sounds are so loud.
As I continue around the lake and up a few side streets the sounds of the water foul lessen to only
those that are flying off to get food from the farmers fields. Then you see those small animals that
have been out all night and are trying to find cover for some much needed sleep and those that are
looking for a new day. At the Golf Course there are different birds that call the open field their home.
The sandpipers, killdeers, redwing black birds making sure that you are not taking their old cattails
that they love to call their home. The morning Doves are all along the shoulders of the roads picking
a few rocks for their craw. The hawks are gliding over the grass fields looking for a meal for themselves.
So my morning bicycle ride is more than the exercise it is my chance to see Candlewick Lake from
a different view.
Who cares if it is cold sometimes it is all in the eyes of the bicycle rider.
Just a resident
Rich Witt