
Walking along the far bog awhile ago I found a different visitor than I am used to seeing. With some research, I now know I have my first image of a cedar waxwing.

Walking along the far bog awhile ago I found a different visitor than I am used to seeing. With some research, I now know I have my first image of a cedar waxwing.

Another look at my bog walk escort last weekend.

On our visit to the far bog at mid-day, we were surprised by a pair of humming birds joining us on our walk.

We have friends with a camp in the Maine wilderness north of Bangor. The camp is “beyond the grid” in the “tableland” before “Ktaadn,” near the path of Thoreau as reported in his essays about The Maine Woods. When we pass bogs like this, I like to think I am back in 1846 and looking at sights he would have seen. I consider it progress if it looked like this back then.

After spending twenty minutes watching the pair of beavers (see my earlier posts), one of them went underwater and surfaced right next to me. We stared at each other until I gave up!