"Weighty" matters

Got on the scale this morning; 205 lbs.  Weekend of eating too much and not getting enough exercise.  Here's a tip for weight loss - eat less and exercise more.  Think I can make a million with a weight loss book like that?

So, Peg got up and said "let's go for a walk".  Off we went, and once again I'm reminded of a) how lucky we are to live here and b) how often we don't take advantage of our luck.  It was pleasant out, after all the heat and humidity and rain - we went out a little before 7 am.  Walked back through the woods to test how our boots can handle wet.  Took some trails we haven't taken for awhile, and heard an oriole singing joyfully.  As we neared the end of our walk, I heard a Brown Thrasher singing, and stopped to look for it.  Peg spotted it, at the top of a bare tree by the wetlands.  We listened to its lovely song for awhile and as we listened I spotted an Eastern Bluebird!  Peg spotted the mate, so we enjoyed their bright colors for a bit and then started home.  Within 50 meters, we spotted a Kingfisher and a Great Blue Heron (which let us approach to within about 5 meters - something they never used to do).  There was a flock of Tree Swallows lined up on the wire running over the lake and we'd seen a pair of American Goldfinches just before the Brown Thrasher tuned up.  Within 100 meters we'd seen some remarkable things; and that doesn't even count all the stuff we'd seen in the woods (a "lek" of damselflies, a stand of wild onion, some blue fleabane, Green Frogs in the Wood Duck pond, etc.)

Once again, the lesson comes home: get off your butt and get outside!