I went for the same walk this morning as I did last Sunday, except for the detour through the botanical garden. Started the stopwatch as I left the house, when I returned it said I had walked for precisely one hour.

In the same spot by the lake, I saw the family of Canada geese again. This time they were on the shore. Four of the six goslings were nestled together, parents standing over them. The other two were close by, toddling around. It was hard to tell, but I think they might be slightly larger than they were six days ago.

As I was watching them and stretching my legs, a Stellar’s Jay landed nearby next to a small pile of broken crackers. It swallowed a few pieces and carried others to the nearest tree, where it might have dropped them into a hole in the trunk.

I think I will do this walk again tomorrow, earlier, and bring my camera along.

My back has been sore ever since we did that run on Thursday. Big mistake. I know I am not really supposed to run, and I was reminded why. It sucks because running is such an easy way to get a good workout, burn calories, raise heart rate. But my stupid fucking L5 disc can’t take it. Walking for an hour, however, burns a lot of fuel too. I listened to a couple of podcasts and did some thinking about my book.