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