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Day 69: Exploring Parcel B
On Wednesday, Flo and I went into Parcel B. It's really sad that all the once-good things are gone - the swing, the treehouse, even the turkeys have hidden since the weather got colder. The swampy area with tall stalks has been leveled and the main road has been widened. The two parts that are awesome are the lack of mosquitoes and the fire pit, which is still alive and well.
-Kat
Day 4: Parcel B and the stealth turkeys
Today, I went into Parcel B with the intent to map out the cool places - and realized I don't know Parcel B all that well! I printed out a Google map, and then marked a few things here and there, but mostly my intent for today was familiarizing myself with the layout.
I started at my favorite entrance, across from the divide in Lot B. From there, I took a right along the main path, and then a left at the frisbee golf cage. Along that path, I took a left to get to the fire pit, which is in a ways. Upon reaching the pit, I saw a shelter composed of tree limbs and netting; sadly, it was filled with McDonald's trash. (I will go pick that up later this week.) After briefing visiting the old town-down tree house, I retraced my steps back out to the path, and headed toward the beekeeping area.
After a bit of picture taking and walking, I decided to walk to the ex-swing. The main path, deserted most of the time, was lined with three turkeys. Now, the turkeys I know in California are desperately stupid. These turkeys, however, managed to slowly and discreetly walk off the path and blended in very well with the foliage. I was walking in that direction anyway, so I headed off at an unsuspecting pace. When I got near they fluttered - there is no other way to describe it - in the bushes to get away from the path, and into the trees. Not to let the stealth turkeys stop me on my way to the swing, I continued on. A small piece of blue and white striped rope hung from a tall branch on the swing tree, reminder of a remnant of Olin's past. It's sad how things are changing.
Deciding to go back, I turned around and got back on the path. And lo and behold, the turkeys had reappeared! This time, they had their babies with them. (They must have been well hidden the first time.) There was one the size of a small chicken, and a tiny turkey not taller than your average water bottle. They scurried away and I laughed at them.
Next time I will bring bug spray.
