Exercise Report, written while resting afterward, pondside: 2,086 extra steps done, (1,049 metres walked). So, I’ve done my steps, mostly outside, around the driveway ‘walking track’, and then up and back the back veranda, down the little easterly path and back, and around and around the pool. Now I’m sitting by the pond. Checked heart rate, 72 beats per minute, so up a bit, but not enough to make a huge impression in calories burn rate, from memory. It’s pleasant here though, fountain not going, because of shade, but still nice to sit here anyway, with green duckweed covering the pond, and the three remaining pants, of the four purchased recently, poking up from their pots in the water down below.
And now I hear a Crow, or is that Raven, caw caw or is that agh agh? And gone. Various cheeps and chirps from smaller birds, and somewhere further away, a Spotted Turtledove with its call, twhit toowoo, twhit toowoo … And still a Crow/Raven calls, warning? Summoning? Only the other Crows(or Ravens) really know the answer to that one. Now little black and white visitors, somewhere close, I hear but can’t see any of them, except in my mind’s eye, Willie Wagtails wagging their sassy long tails, and calling in their usual way, “sweet pretty creature”, and yes they are, very sweet and pretty creatures!
Feeling cooler now, the pond area shaded by the Peppercorn tree right next to where I’m sitting. It’s a pleasant little area, been created for me to rest, and ponder life, and perhaps gain ongoing inspiration to bring good things to my life. There are exercise options here as well, the railway sleepers to do step ups on, and the area to walk around, both the smoother space created by the landscape worker, and the rest of the back part of our place, not as smooth and tidy, but not too bad. I have to be careful of the rocks though, so many small rocks, waiting to trip me up!
I’ve checked my heart rate again, it’s slowed to 68 beats per minute, and it will go down to around 62, I would imagine – that’s my usual rate. And now, time to go back inside. The Galahs are out there, flying around, getting on with their day, and the mozzies (mosquitoes) are down here with me by the pond, and they’re trying to suck my blood! I sure don’t want that to happen, so Ooroo!
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