Second day…morning.
You’d think that small rodents in the forest (squirrels, chipmonks, etc.) would be stealthy to avoid predation, but perhaps in these times they lack predation. (Not perhaps, I guess, they DO lack predation). I can hear them jumping around in last fall’s dried leaves from quite a distance.
People always muse “why didn’t you just stay there?” when talking to a friend about a vacation they took to one paradise or another—I’ve wondered that myself—even planned (preliminarily) to move to some of those places. Well, today I got to thinking—I’m IN one of those places now—Northern Wisconsin, land of more than ten thousand lakes (take THAT Minnesota).
Why is it that people are obviously aware that the places they live in are not “paradises” but instead of trying to make them back into the beautiful places they once were they travel to other places, not yet entirely destroyed?
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Sound travels like magic on a northern lake. I hear a common merganser (not common at all on this lake) calling—in a lonely way from a point I can barely make out with binoculars. Perhaps he or she landed on the wrong lake, and cannot find the mate they assumed would be waiting. Perhaps it’s the right lake and they were separated and the other will not make it this year, or ever again.
This is definitely not a bad way to spend a morning—I am sitting a foot away from the lake watching wood ducks and what has now become a pair of common mergansers (no more lonely calls!) I have a water bottle, binoculars, notebook, camera, and two books (Rewild or Die By: Urban Scout and Behind the Dolphin Smile By: Richard O’Barry). The sun is shining warm on me in a tshirt in Northern Wisconsin on April 2nd. Global warming, a myth you say?
All of the images are pictures I took myself and then added frames to using InDesign:)
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