Days of warm and sunny weather, followed by 10 hours of
heavy rain washed most of the remaining snow from the fields. Not so, for the woods or the pond. I love a day like this, when fog rolls across
the hills, not once, but time and again as the temperature struggles to match
the surrounding environment. Wet air in motion. Visibly.
Zak heads down to the pond earlier than I do. I’m still drinking my coffee when he returns
with a very large and very much alive mole.
Thankfully, the cat door is still closed and he has to wait at the door
with his prize. When he puts it down to
be admired, it races away. Close one!! I finish my coffee and we head out for a
walk. Bigger creatures are surfacing.
had only my little pocket camera. The
quality isn’t good. All day we watched
the otter family. There are three. The
youngster climbs onto his parent’s back to get a better look at us. The male (perhaps) remains in the water with
only his head above the ice.
We watch each other. I whistle. They know that they are safe and don't bother to dive. Holes are everywhere in the ice, like manholes on a city street. Up they come with another fish. It is no wonder that we never have fish of reasonable size in the pond. The otter live here. ‘Old timers’ tell us that they caught the biggest trout around, right here, in this pond, when they were kids. Not so anymore. Is that a frog this time? Even with my binoculars I can’t be sure.