Two kinds of memory

After two days of treacherous walking conditions in the park, I decided to try the paths again today. Carrying my camera and my little black bag of bird seed (and walking very carefully), I headed down the trail. I'm not sure if birds can remember and recognize people, but food may be an important trigger for their memory. One of these tiny little chickadees flew into a frenzy of chirps, dancing circles around my head, and I began to think it might be the black bag of peanut chips that was exciting him. Pouring a few into the palm of my hand, I held it out, and after a few approaches and retreats, he landed on my hand, picked up a chip and flew away. What an amazing experience!

If you were following my journal a year ago, you may remember when I fell on the stairs at the sledding hill and broke my shoulder. That happened one year ago today. This morning I was drawn to those stairs. Although I'm not sure what I wanted to prove, I took a picture of the stairs and then walked up them to the point where I fell a year ago, stood and looked around, and walked back down. Kind of like getting back up on the horse that has thrown you, I guess. You can believe that I was being very careful the entire time I was in the park today. I guess that's that...the exclamation point at the end of the broken shoulder saga.

P.S. I back blipped for yesterday. Please check it out.
P.P.S. For a picture of the infamous (to me) stairs, visit my blog (The link is in my profile).