
A project started last summer out along the far bog sits idle on a mid-January day in central Maine.

A project started last summer out along the far bog sits idle on a mid-January day in central Maine.

A mid-morning walk along the snow machine trail reveals tracks from multiple size deer, a rodent or two, a hare, and a dog that spent a great deal of time smelling it all in.

In a corner of the bog, a small berry hangs near stumps sporting evidence of beaver scrapes.

A black capped chickadee is caught dancing for an impromptu audience


We approached the bog and the ducks flew away. I wandered along the bank and waited twenty minutes for something to happen. Just before I turned to leave, this male wood duck flew in for a landing 10 yards away.