The tilt on the whirl at Zenith
As the dogs and I encountered the otters on our lakeside walks, they would always be well away from any attempt at a photo, teasing and taunting the boys at some safe distance from shore. Eventually they began to use the dock as a sunning, eating and marking platform, leaving fish bits and loads of poop for the finding. Otter shit is powerful stuff to a dog, especially the rolling bit !! Try as I might, I could never get a picture, even with trail camera attempts. They would use the dock whenever I would remove the SD card for download. I started calling them the Murphy twins.
Now with freeze-up closing in, we find them at the edge of the ice, and the game continues - Otters periscoping and bronx cheering the dogs - Dogs woofing and alerting the Otters that they see them and best be ware. Perhaps they will spend the winter in the now abandoned beaver lodge or in some yet undiscovered bank den. Perhaps they can graze down the sunfish population at least a little. Perhaps there will be an otter slide down the steep bank above the seep. That would be cool.
In the same tree as before
yet four years further down the road
i reflected on the same things that usually come into my idle time mind
then the phone buzzed with the long anticipated news of less Madness
and a buck walked up
and the meter went click to start trip #69 around the fireball
Most all the physical attributes around the digs are stashed, stored, drained, dried, covered or otherwise prepared for winter.
But my psyche.... .......
Not so much
Green beans and tomatoes but weeks ago.................
Perhaps the fishing will hold for a few more days.............