Fall at the no-name pond
On our visit to Woodbury Pond the other day, we found little wind and few clouds.
Exactly a year ago, we were up north beyond the humans, the networks, and the plagues. This is the Madagascal stream in Grand Falls township; it is Maine beyond the grid. You can see Kayla, the I-don’t-know-how-to-canoe dog in the foreground- this is right about the time we took her out for a three-minute canoe ride. Staying in the middle of the canoe is not her strength. Trying to take my paddle away from me (it is a great stick, she loves to play “stick”!) is bad seagirlship.
We went over to the Beaver bog this morning after being away for a week or so. The crisp morning revealed an amazing Fall-like vision. The ”bog” is now a pond, of course, due to the rebuilding of the dam at the outlet stream by the latest tribe of beavers.
The latest view of the Beaver bog.
The latest beaver dam has now re-created the pond that existed about twenty-five years ago when the beavers first flooded the area now known as the beaver bog. You can see the new pond at the top of this image. The water that has leaked through the dam, seen in the lower part of the image, makes the image you see in the previous post.
On the outlet stream from the Beaver bog, these common mergansers look for food and perhaps a place to nest during the rest of Springtime.