Yesterday we went for a bike ride on a trail. The first interesting thing we saw was an old
stable. I think it was a fort, because it had an old three-legged chair.
We turned
on an old overgrown bike path beside Big Dry Creek, and I saw a blue heron that
flew up and out of the creek as we rode by.
As we went on, I heard some unidentifiable weird noises. We came to six logs blocking the path and
walked from then on. The road went on
into a dense brush. We saw a very small
pond with green slime in it. We saw some
marks on some tree stumps where a beaver had been chewing. We came out of the brush and saw some sort of
reed that you could pull apart, growing beside a long straight pond.
On the way
back we heard a crashing noise in the tree above us. At first I thought it was a board falling out
of the tree. I looked up and it was an
owl! I could tell, because I caught a
glimpse of its flat face and orange eyes and curved beak.
When we
were on our bikes again, Dad and I saw a muskrat swimming in the creek. We know the muskrat was not chewing the trees
we saw before, because muskrats only eat plants and occasionally a crawfish or
snail. My favorite parts of our trip were
going through the brush and seeing the owl and the muskrat. When we got home, since we were all muddy, I
took a shower and then told Mom the whole story.
(Note: Evan wrote a rough draft in his own handwriting and then typed in the final copy himself.)
