Too late at Mt A
I had a quick small breakfast and drove (!) to Edmands Park with the pentax and 400mm lens to see if any birds wanted their pictures taken. Maybe a better way to say it would be to say I wanted to practice using that lens and tripod. It was harder to aim the lens than I expected. I probably should have remembered that from years ago when I had that lens on an Olympus Pen FT, which has only half the picture area of the pentax. At my present state of familiarity with the lens, it takes a very cooperative bird to get a picture. There were even more people walking dogs in the park than on weekday mornings. One of them asked me where my bike was.
Arlene drove out to get an insurance-company-authorized person to look at the damage to the Forester, and I bicycled to the post office and mailed the income tax returns. To celebrate getting the taxes finished, I stopped at Bakers Best and got a congo bar and a lemon square. I took the scenic route home, down to the edge of Crystal Lake. There was a lot of activity at the boathouse, which seemed strange this long before the start of the swimming season. I rode down the parking lot to check it out. The Newton Pride city beautification organization was having its spring plant sale. When Arlene got home we drove back there and bought two clematis plants and five iris bulbs. We passed up the flowering trees.
We put in more landscape timbers. My vegetable garden is now all surrounded by timbers. Then we planted the new clematis and iris plants.
Finally at about 5:45 we set out for Mount Auburn to track down a report of a flock of palm warblers at Willow Pond.
One main gate was closed when we got to Mount Auburn. We turned in at the second gate, and some gardeners in a truck near the gate waved to us to turn around. The place had closed at 6, and they were getting ready to lock the gate. We turned around, parked in the Star Market lot a block away, and walked back. There's a turnstile by the gate so you can always get out, even when the gate is locked, and we figured we would walk back to Willow; but the gardeners said that we weren't allowed in after closing time. We'll never know where those warblers went.
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