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| Wood Duck egg, just to right and above of center |
We wonder if that was what Blake was barking about this morning...
May they find a new hole and have better luck in a second nesting.
A blog for and by those of us with the privilege of living on, or using, Stearns Mill Pond & adjacent Hop Brook.
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| Wood Duck egg, just to right and above of center |
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| Common Mergansers didn't like me so close... |
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| Foot Bridge over Hop Brook, heading into the Hop Brook Conservation Land |
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| Pileated Woodpecker on our tree |
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| Hooded Merganser pair |
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| I knew we got the bird bath heater for a reason! |
"I saw a muskrat come out of a hole in the ice. He is a man wilder than Ray or Melvin. While I am looking at him, I am thinking what he is thinking of me. [I felt that way this morning as the deer was looking in the window at me!] He is a different sort of a man, that is all. He would dive when I went nearer, then reappear again, and had kept open a place five or six feet square so that it had not frozen, by swimming about in it. Then he would sit on the edge of the ice and busy himself about something. I could not see whether it was a clam or not. What a cold-blooded fellow! thoughts (sic) at a low temperature, sitting perfectly still so long on ice covered with water, mumbling a cold, wet clam in its shell. What safe, low, moderate thoughts it must have! It does not get on to stilts. The generations of muskrats do not fail. They are not preserved by the legislature of Massachusetts." ~Henry David Thoreau, Novemeber 25, 1846.
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| A muskrat hole in the ice? |
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| Deer passing along pond - 12 all together |
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| Deer prints: medium size, there were some larger and some smaller |