Today, our travel plan went wrong, so here’s my story about how we improvised, on the spot, to make it go right.
You know that Nona, does all our travel research. She had found a great place to watch birds in Ohio, Magee Marsh. We could stop there on our road trip from Ann Arbor, Michigan to Wilmington, Ohio. So, Nona, who also makes all our reservations got us a nice place to stay near that birding place. It’s called a “lodge.” After a night there, we went to the Magee Marsh Trail to watch birds. On our way there, Nona said, “Solbit, this place is a birding hot spot.”
Whopper! Not! The trail had a closed “due to hunting” sign. “What’s hunting?” I asked. “That’s when people go out with guns to shoot birds, or rabbits, or deer, or some other animal. People used to do that to get food. Now most hunters hunt for fun,” Papa explained.
“Do I need to hide in Nona’s purse, now?” Papa’s answer didn’t put me at ease, “I think they’re just hunting birds, probably ducks, Solbit, but you don’t have to worry; you’re not big enough to stuff or to eat, so they won’t shoot you.”
After traveling around the world with Nona and Papa, they’ve taught me that, every time something goes wrong, we get an opportunity to learn something. So, when our travel plan went wrong at Magee Marsh in Ohio, I asked, “What are we going to learn from this bad experience, Nona?” She said, “We have learned not to try to go birdwatching here during hunting season.”
I wondered if Nona or Papa ever went hunting. Nona exclaimed, “Never!” Papa said he grew up on a farm and, as a boy, he enjoyed shooting at targets with his rifle. He told me that he went hunting, “…but, as soon as I killed my first rabbit on a snowy winter’s day, I regretted it and never went hunting again.” Wow, I’m learning so many things I didn’t know before. I’m kind of glad our travel plan went wrong.
“So, what do we do now?” I asked. Nona, said, “Solbit, we got lemons when we didn’t want them, so we’ll just have to make lemonade with them.”
“What? Nona, you know I don’t like lemonade! Can I substitute “blueberries” for “lemons” and make a “blueberry smoothie” instead of “lemonade,” please?” I appealed to her. Nona replied, “Solbit, sorry girl, the metaphor doesn’t work that way.” So, then I had to ask what’s a “metaphor,” but I don’t have time to tell you about metaphors now, because I have to tell you the rest of my story, but just know that what Nona told me was another learning experience.
Well, disappointed but not defeated, Nona and Papa quickly made a new plan, “Let’s walk on the open part of the trail and find out what else besides birds we can see, ok?” Nona asked me. She wasn’t really giving me a choice, you know. So, we did go searching and look what we discovered:
I learned that mushrooms like to grow on dead wood:
I learned that not all dragon flies are dragonflies.
I learned that a bee can be seen up close, if you’re real quiet and you don’t make quick movements in front of it.
Ms Bee turned out to be very friendly. She explained about hunting, “I’ve seen hunters with long rods that go bang down that way. They’re just having fun in the outdoors, but the ducks don’t enjoy it so much.”
Well, even with that birding trail being closed, we saw a lot of interesting wildlife, and I learned things I never expected to learn. This was a good day, sort of a blueberry smoothie day for me but a lemonade day for Nona. Bye for now.
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- You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
- You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”