This is the view from our porch. A business right by our library is on fire.
Becky was supposed to go to a library board meeting there tonight....
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Life on a family farm in the wilds of Upstate New York
This is the view from our porch. A business right by our library is on fire.
Becky was supposed to go to a library board meeting there tonight....
Odd duck, an apparent American Black Duck, but with those odd, white feathers We saw him last year too, but this year the white is even more extensive. |
My buddy in woods walks, Mack |
A very rare bird, rarely found either in the mountains or the valleys, the Red-crested Chef Bird If you were one of us you would know just how amazing this photo really is |
This is an American Black Duck. It has nothing to do with National Ice Cream Day But it is a cool duck just the same. |
Time to go home. After so many years we are fairly good at packing in and packing out. The only thing we forgot was my sangria and that was quickly remedied. Hopefully we will manage not to leave anything behind when we go....
Best bird of the week...Barred Owl. Only heard it once just before four AM, but once is enough.
Best fish....a good-sized Fall Fish. My, how they fight.
Best day..... Thursday
Worst day...yesterday. I nearly froze and almost went home early. It was nasty.
So now home to paying bills and cleaning house and all that fun stuff. One good aspect of aging is that time flies. Next year will roll around soon enough I guess.
Close all the windward windows.
Move the boat to the leeward side of the dock.
Tie it up good.
Even the ducks are getting out of the water
Last night the wind got up and it rained every which way and was not nice.
Something made me bring everything inside...even chairs and "drying" bathing suits.
Good thing. I don't think it rained sideways but the fog is flowing everywhere and even the screens sheltered by the porch are rimed with water droplets.
Spider webs are dew strung floating on the rising wind like filling sails on spider ships.
I woke to fog this morning cotton candy pink, then orange, then green. But now just grey and chilly.
I will brave the porch for a while do a bird list...maybe fish a little, but then I'm going in I guess....Mack doesn't like it out here in the almost rain.
Scarlet Tanager for excitement this morning, singing in the woods behind the cabin.
Caught a Fall Fish yesterday night during an entertaining visit from a favorite nephew.
Man oh man how they fight, considering that they are just over sized minnows. They were biting thick and fast but it was hard to hook 'em. They tend to mouth the hook and drag out line and just let go.
My little pole got a workout though.
Alas Alan and Amber had to leave.....miss them a lot.
Mack is loving camp though. Lots and lots of walks while I try to get mt 10,000 steps.
Have a good one....
Rainy morning but....walking back to the wee hoosie in the woods. Right by the driveway a Veery is singing.
If you have never heard one it is worth a quick search. The song echoes off the cabin and rolls out over the lake rich, and clean, and poweeful.
Then standing at the porch door, toothbrush in hand, as a loon goggles for minnows right off the dock. He is stark and serious against the hammered metal surface of the rainy lake.....
It would be impossible not to love the woods and waters even on a wet day....and. so I surrender.
Please excuse terrible formatting and all. Learning to do this on my phone, which is not so very elegant. Thanks. And it is worth chasing tiny keys and missing buttons to sit here writing with a fishing pole in my lap and the waves tugging at the porch pilings...... I just got a nice bite but missed it...prolly cause I was holding the phone
Fish are biting. It is all I can do to count birds with a line down. Was just reeling last night when a largish Rock Bass nailed with a splash.
Goodish birds.
Dog likes it now. Just one long walk with all the wild woods scents and he was as hooked as that fish.
I love this place.
We are here...at Cabin 2 on my favorite lake in the world. There was thunder in the morning and rain and humid misery but now the air is sweet and cool, the wind is clean and soft, the light is pouring off the water...........and the birds are good. However........ The very definition of folly....taking a Jack Russell Terrier camping. He accidentally put himself in the lake thinking that it looked solid enough to him...alas it wasn't. Anyhow he is not a terribly happy boy alrhough I am sure he will get used to it.......in time.
Dancing moose with a tambourine and a kilt, with Christmas lights in his antlers, being pecked by a crow so he can kick higher. He says thanks |
For Linda and Boomer |
Schoharie Creek, which is really a river, after it was over. |