We encounter a pair of loons almost every time we wander down to the pond edge this year. If this is the usual suspect, it is a mother loon and her kid is hanging around nearby. They typically stay 20 yards or more from the shore.

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.