It was a Saturday morning the five of us chose for our unusual outing. It was an unusual combination, age-wise. There were the two young women of twenty one, and three of us who revolve around sixty. We settled on a Saturday morning because that was the only morning we could get together.
The birds weren't too cooperative but the deer were out full force. Mary and I had just finished painting the trim on the house. We weren't thinking too clearly. Somehow Mary led our new daughter-in-law to believe we were leaving at four o'clock. Poor Andrea was up and waiting before we were out of bed. Finally the telephone rang as I was struggling into my last shoe. 'Oh,' came a sleepy voice over the wire, 'I thought you had gone off without me.'
'Oh, you poor thing,' I sympathized, 'What time did you get up?'
'About three thirty,' she answered with a slight edge in her voice.
'We'll be right there,' I assured her. Mary hops into the car and picks her up while I gather the last of our supplies together. Then we sit down to wait. One of our sixty-year-olds is driving out from Brandon. After sitting for about fifteen minutes we decide to use the telephone again.
'Oh, I thought you were going to pick me up,' she apologized.
'Oh, sorry,' we have to go through Waupun,' I countered.
'Be right there,' she answered. About ten minutes later she zoomed right past our driveway, realized what she had done, turned around and came back. By now we were laughing hilariously at all our stupidity.
'Well I made it,' she added, laughing as hard as the rest of us. 'Nothing like getting an early start.' She panted with exertion as she settled herself and her contribution to our breakfast in the back seat.
In Waupun we picked up another partner, this one a little plus sixty. She was sitting serenely on her front steps waiting. I think she knows more about bird watching than the rest of us put together. We were chasing the birds all away with our mixed-up schedules.
After some more merriment about our timetables we were on our way, binoculars, bird books, and bees in our bonnets. We were headed for Briggsville. This is where there are supposed to be hundreds of bluebirds. We were certain we would see at least twenty that is if we weren't too late.
As we drove along we got to confessing our hangups. We all admitted we procrastinated. I was beginning to think we should have put off going on this trip. The sun was not going to shine for us. The clouds hung rather heavily in the morning sky. The birds would not be eager to get out and sing their Hallelujahs all over the place. But as we neared Briggsville the deer population sent out welcoming committees. Twelve in all hopped through our morning experience, the one with such a long flag he resembled a ghost who had overstayed the night and was leaping back to the phantom haunts of writhe like creatures such as he. We waved him on his way and even shouted a reprimand after him to remind him of his waywardness.
Andrea spied two gray and white sad faced cows with whom she just had to carry on a mooing conversation. I 'began to be glad there were no little white wagons around. I think she Was trying to psychoanalyze them to see why they looked so dreadfully sad. She is a nurse and surely her mind works this way.
We found a delightful marshy place where there was freshly mowed hay. Here is where Mr. and Mrs. Bobwhite marched across the road in front of our parked car. Here were Bobolinks, Cardinals, Cowbirds, Goldfinches, Red-headed Woodpeckers, and others we found hard to identify. We left this place with regret but we were getting hungry and had to find a place we could fix our bacon and eggs on the grille.
The Town Hall in one particular township around Briggsville has a sizeable body of water beside it and a sandy beach. Here is where we arrived just as it began to drizzle slightly. Had the temperature been a bit more cooperative we really wouldn't have minded, but one needed a sweater and a jacket. Two of us had only taken sweaters. Two weeks later I am still nursing a cold.
But, suffice it to say, we had a marvelous time. Bacon and eggs never tasted better. Andrea and Mary went into stitches about Aunt Margaret carrying her instant coffee in a psycho delic-colored envelope. 'How shocking,' they commented dryly. 'You never can tell what these older folks are going to do, you know.'
All in all, we had such a good time. Why don't you ladies try it sometime ? We were so weary of paint and paint brushes. Our fifth lady May me had been to just too many meetings for any good. Aunt Margaret has an ailing husband. She dropped her care and worry for a while. But we only saw one bluebird. Really, who cares? We dropped all our concerns for a little while in God's great out-of-doors and came home wonderfully restored. We will remember it for months to come, and I wouldn't be a bit surprised if we try it again next summer. Maybe, then we will get started on time, and talk with the bluebirds instead. Bluebirds are a symbol of happiness. And our cup runneth over already. How about that?