The animals were walking past in a line, neatly paired off with one of each gender when I arrived in the park. It was still raining, and I was thinking maybe this was the 39th day of such precipitation, but then on the other hand, maybe it only seemed that way. I parked between Aviation field and the Highlands golf course and, shielded from the elements by my handy umbrella, considered what I wanted to photograph first.
It was the orange plastic fencing on the other side of the rather muddy looking ditch that caught my eye, but as I considered jumping onto the far edge of it, it occurred to me I should first test the firmness of the surface that would receive me. So, I put my right foot in, then had to put my right foot out, but rather than doing the hokey-pokey and turning myself around I was forced, due to being thrown off balance by the sudden retreat of the ground beneath my right foot, to abruptly sit on the wet, muddy pavement. If I had had an audience, they would have laughed at that point, but other than the line of animals and some old guy directing them into a big boat, I was the only one there, so I was forced to laugh at myself.
It was a good walk, though. I got to see a huge hawk mobbed by a gang of angry robins, catch golden balloons as they blew across the grass and get up close and personal with raindrops on roses (sorry, no whiskers on kittens). See for yourself.