I was serious when I wrote that it was time to go fishing. Here are a few photos from my trip last week. The fishing was slow, but it was a beautiful day and my fishing partner and I had the lake to ourselves. Please don’t ask me where we were; I don’t seem to remember.
I can always tell when these egg hunters are on the prowl in our backyard; the crows kick up a big fuss.
Not long ago, I was sitting at my desk when the silence was suddenly broken by the angry cawing of crows. The cawing was loud and persistent, so I looked out the window, fully expecting to see a raccoon somewhere in the yard, and spotted three of them climbing the Douglas-fir.
I watched the trio methodically search the tree for eggs, long after the upset crows had given up and flown away. Trying not to take sides, I resisted the urge to scare away these nest raiders. It’s all too easy to side against the predator. But having experienced an empty belly myself a time or two, I try not to hold any creature’s hunger against it.
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