|from Turners Falls River Culture|
I try to run on our neighborhood bike path as often as I can. The days are getting shorter and colder, and I'll be sad when winter finally hits New England and my runs there dwindle down to none.
Each day there brings its own bird-, people-, and canal-related adventures. Lately, the Canada Geese have virtually taken over the place. I'd guess I've seen about 500 at one time on some runs. Today, maybe about 200-300. They, along with some crows, seemed a little panicked as I approached them today.
As I neared the portion of the path where it leaves the Power Canal I heard a buzzer, which I'm guessing signaled the opening of the dam there. I turned back toward home and saw most of the geese flying out of the canal as the water started to rush a little faster. A few groups flew right overhead.
As I was running by the geese on my way back home, I heard the ring of someone's bicycle bell. As the rider passed by she mentioned, with a look of concern, that there's a homeless person living right where she saw me turn back toward home. My thoughts swayed from caution to wondering why I should inherently be wary of someone who is camping out on a bike path. I started wondering what his (assuming it's a he) story is. How he ended up where he is. In the end, I decided it won't keep me from running where I love to run.