Childhood friend

Miranda had basketball camp in Cardston so I went to my mom's to stay for the week. My morning run took me over to my childhood best friend's place. There's a gravel road that runs along a scenic canal and I was treated to birdsong and gurgling brook during my run.

This is Muskrat Rock. I saw a muskrat swim by one time and I named it that. Glad to see it's still there.

 Loving that Alberta sky.

 

I couldn't resist a shot or two (or 10) of my favourite mountain.

Partial path blockers!  

My friend has a fantastic view as well.

 On my way back, there was a little black mink snaking down the path in front of me. He popped in a hole and I stopped to see if I could get a picture of him. He kept popping back in and out of his hole to see if I was still there. Finally he went in and didn't come out again. I waited and waited and finally gave up. Just as I was walking away, a feathered friend on a post screamed at me and took off. Apparently he had been hoping for a little mink breakfast and I had foiled his plans.

I don't run with my contacts in, but I saw another animal cross the path a little ways in front of me. I have no idea what it was. It was larger than a cat, flat, bushy tail... I like to think it was a wolverine. Haha. (inside joke)


Just before the canal becomes a lake, a duck suddenly flew up out of the water onto the path in front of me. It circled me twice flapping it's wing in a demented way, as if it was injured and couldn't fly. I filmed it for 10 minutes (and killed the battery in my phone), and the entire time it tried to lure me away from it's nest with its injured wing act. My brother-in-law ran down the same canal the next day and he came home with tales of a demented duck. I laughed and said, "I know that duck." The funny thing is, I can't find anything online about protective behavior of ducks. I've seen killdeers fake a broken wing, but this duck was something else.

Lovely run in a lovely place.