Bradfield Park in Garland serves the same purpose of lots of suburban parks in older suburban. On the one hand, it's got one of those swimming pools with lots of slides and a community center with soul line dancing. Its sports fields features host baseball league games. It's not brand new. On the other hand, the parts I like best are the parts nobody visits--the nooks and crannies by the little riparian woods around the creek.
Today when I approached the little walkway bridge across this trickle of a creek, I heard the sound of a flock of American Goldfinches. The Latin scientific name for American Goldfinches is Spinus tristis. Tristis is the Latin word for sorrowful, and their massed whistles sound distinctly less joyful than the jolly trill of their cousin, the House Finch.
I saw half a dozen and heard many more. I stopped and snapped pictures of several. American Goldfinches spend their Winter here, when their plumage is lovely but muted. In the Summer, they look like flying golden miracles. I remember going on a July bird walk in Lincoln, Nebraska where I saw some.
Only near migration time do we see their colorful plumage. Today I saw birds with each type of coloration.
After work, I walked in Bob Woodruff Park, where I liked this Tufted Titmouse:
For breakfast, I had a gluten-free cereal and skim-milk. I like gluten and have no allergy, but gluten-free is sometimes lower fat than what I often eat. At lunch I had three slices of buffet pizza, broccoli and carrots. For dinner I had two pieces of fried chicken breast from Chicken Express, and green beans.
I like work days like today when work is so interesting.