Hooded mergansers on the far side of our cove for the past few weeks.
Muskrat feeding this afternoon. There was a second one but it was too shy to smile for the camera. The muskrats were in the area pictured below – which was underwater all summer.
Turned around after realizing that this immense stump would require me to use my broomstick to avoid a potentially dangerous slip into knee-deep muck. Sadly, I’d left said broomstick at home, so I turned around. (Note to my mother: gymnastics and dance class were worth it, because I can balance on rotten logs quite well.) I made it half-way around this stump before I gave up. At some point in the process I did try to do a mental review of my “Get out of quicksand” skills and realized I didn’t have any. What a let down.
The Nature of Maine 