Revisiting Fairy Land

Yesterday I again walked around the little lake at Crane’s Run park. This trip got shortened by what sounded like tornado warning sirens from the north. Nervous, anyone? I suppose that town tests their system on the first Monday noon of every month just like ours does on every first Wednesday. That idea came to me when the wailing stopped, so I didn’t leave right away. 

In fact, though my stay didn’t extend beyond twenty minutes, I did encounter ‘fairy sign’ again and my imagination went wild. Now I recall my maternal grandfather's (imaginary) degree in paranormal anthropology. After photographing the image below, I longed for his wisdom.

Anyone home, or did invaders drive you out? One has to wonder.
(I'm sorry the large marching ants don't show up here.)

Would a subspecies of cave troll tolerate carpenter ants? Or did Cavernous ‘Diminicus’ move on from this particular dwelling? As a side note, my beloved grandfather called them "Cav Dims", which I considered an unprofessional pejorative even at a young age.

A few steps away, though you might have difficulty seeing this against the matching background, I found what appears to be the antler from a spindly but intimidating carnivorous antelope considered long extinct from Ohio. Unless it died from natural causes (as if…) perhaps the trolls found its carcass and decided they’d best depart for safer country.

Can you spot the misleadingly delicate looking antler?

Okay, so the sirens weren’t the only thing that spooked me. Heh...

Then my adventure turned "spookier" still. More runes (!) carved closer to the trailhead than I’d realized. Perhaps this walk wasn’t such a great idea. ~snicker~ But I wasn’t quite ready to turn back. One must be willing to sacrifice all in the name of pseudoscience.

Danger!

My last two discoveries astonished me. By the look of things, some raucous party rocked the space, perhaps including a thimbleful of dandelion wine. Fairy folk would certainly celebrate the early arrival of Taraxacum. Doing so to the point of losing articles of clothing, though, makes me think I’d best head home now, for sure.

This spring's pixie fashion fad is the bumblebee look.
No self respecting Pixea 'Elegans' I've met would
abandon a canary colored bonnet this season.

Here, someone meant to discard an expensive accessory?
I think not, not a feather boa anyway.

Well, I hope you enjoyed my fantastical diversion.

Do you think my exploration a foolish risk? Or in reality, am I a fool desperate for diversion? ~grin~ Let me know if there is a region you’d like a paranormal adventurer to investigate and I’ll reach out to my (imaginary) colleagues.

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