It’s another beautiful day at the Lake. The weekend campers are gone -- the snowbirds remain. As I look at license plates, the snowbirds are indeed escaping the cold of Utah, Montana, South Dakota and Washington.
There are also real snowbirds too: egrets, herons, hawks, and eagles all making their home in this little piece of heaven. Unfortunately, I’ve not seen any turkeys in the park the year, and the ducks and woodpeckers seem to be light on the ground too. I wonder why? There are crows gathering material for nests, so I’m guessing they are going to be staying awhile. A lone seagull soars overhead. A few mud hens paddle in the shallow water along with a lone goose with a broken wing.
There’s one more “critter:” the fisherman. He (or she) launches a boat early in the morning in hopes of catching something. A few fish do get caught, but most seem to tease the fisherman then evade him by swimming away. No matter if the fisherman caught something or not, he’s happy as can be. He had some “quality time” on the lake where he could soak in the beauty of the day…and if a fish came along, so much the better (for the fisherman, if not the fish).
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