It’s vacation time. I’ve come up to this lake for a week in the summer most of my life. Now my brothers and sister bring their families so we’re a large crowd.
Lots of steam off the lake in the morning. I’ve been getting up early before things get loud and hectic… then in the afternoons I swim out about a half mile to the middle of the lake where only one of my brothers and my dad are strong enough or interested enough to swim. I feel like I could swim for days and days.
I spend an inordinate amount of time laying on the end of the dock non-fishing, which entails throwing food to the fish and turtles in the water and occasionally netting one and letting it go. Here is the view looking down into the water at a few turtles and fish.
I got up for a minute to grab my camera and when I came out my dad had taken my spot on the dock…. and my net.
genetics at play….
There are a lot of animals outside of the water too.
This is a rescue turtle my niece and nephew captured that “escaped” back into the lake. I call this one my boyfriend. And by escaped I mean I took them out of their bucket home and returned them to the lake.
Sometimes I’m so focused on the task at hand I step into trouble. At home it’s usually stepping on prickers and thorns. The dirtiest missteps seem to happen just after a floor is swept or mopped. I’d say I’m more dirty than clean. Here’s my shoe stuck in the sand. I’m just going barefoot the rest of the week.
I saw a big snake at the pond today. It quickly hid under a large rock. Nothing likes a hot rock or dark log as much as a reptile.
My friend Hopemarie called me from her garden after accidentally digging up a rabbit nest. I quickly researched the do’s and don’t of rabbits nests and headed over to her house to get a few photos. I love that she included me.
Here’s Ed’s video… very cool. My friend Helen passed me along to her brother Ed when I needed a bird identified.
I met Helen via facebook. I joined a Michigan Birder’s Group and it only had two other members. One was Helen and the other was my Mom. They are both very cool women…. very intelligent and informed.
My friend recently asked if I’d seen any frog eggs yet.
I’d only gathered tadpoles before, and wondered what frog eggs even looked like.
Yesterday afternoon one of two toads jumped into a pond as I approached. The toad below sat unmoving while I took a few pictures.
It was then I noticed long black strands of what looked like string. Toad eggs!
The nearby toad continued to sit still even after my kids and their friends stopped by to skip rocks. Luckily I have a one skip rule so she wasn’t too disturbed.
I’m assuming this was the female sitting quietly by freshly laid eggs since I read
the male steps on her back to fertilize the eggs she lays. Her end of the deal seems more physically demanding and more deserving of an extended rest.
So now I have a great jar of toad eggs!
I can't wait to put away the hats and mittens. Our cat drags hats and mittens from the mud room into our bedrooms as gifts. It's better than dead baby animals, but pretty annoying…. and weird. We have a lot of winter laughs over the cat defending us against the scary hats and mittens