A likely hairy woodpecker was pounding away on numerous trees along the far bog trail this week.

We sat by the old rail trail along the bog created by beavers a decade ago. Then, a modest sized turkey, just one! flies onto the trail near us. A star is born.

We sometimes hear the loon’s short cry during the day as they communicate to their friends (family?), but the long, eerie wailing at night is their signature

A pair of black ducks meander along a pond inlet just a few days ago.

A couple days ago while walking along an inlet on Woodbury Pond, we spied a couple loons swimming and diving. All of a sudden, one burst into a sprint. The bird did this for more than a quarter mile.