Hey, Maax here!
I was heading up to the house today to see if Tami wanted to go for a walk, and it looked like she had the same idea!
Great minds think alike!!
“Heading to the lake?” I asked.
“Where else, big guy?” she said, patting my antler.
So we started down the main road, and tromped into the middle of the playing field. Tami checked the seasonal sites on both sides of the field
before we walked under the basketball hoop into the woods. As always, Cookie had to be in the lead
She’s such a five year old!
Tami stopped a lot ’cause she said she wanted to take pictures. She thought I couldn’t tell, but she was really getting winded from the wicked bad cold she has. I asked her if she wanted to go back, but she really wanted to see if the eagles were down at the point.
When we first stepped into the woods, four huge ravens started squawking and shrieking. They swooped low over us
and landed on a branch where they kept taunting us. They didn’t worry me at all . . . really! But Cookie was so freaked out, she ran back to walk next to Tami.
“Never mind them,” Tami said. “They’ll stop.”
It was so pretty outside today. The sky was a bright blue, and the sun was shining down.
The animal prints above came all the way across from the beaver hut to the campground point. Then it followed our marked trail alongside the lake and up into the 20’s. Tami tried to take a picture of the prints so she could look it up, but they just looked like blobs in the snow. They weren’t big like mine, so they weren’t moose. But they didn’t look like Cookie’s either, so they weren’t from a dog. I guess they could have been from one deer, but deer usually travel together, don’t they?
When we got to the point, Tami called Cookie back off the ice and made her sit. “I thought I heard the eagle cry,” she said. We stood quietly, looking up and down the lake. Tami even used the telephoto lens. We saw some ice fisherman down by the state park. We saw some snow mobilers out on the lake.
But we didn’t see the eagles.
“Did you hear that?” Tami asked.
“That squeaky, squawky sound?” I said.
We listened some more.
She held up a hand. “Shhhhhh! I still hear it.”
“You’re making the squeaky, squawky sound. When you breathe.”
Tami just looked at me for a minute, and when she squeaked again, she started giggling . . . which made her cough . . . which made her decide it was time to head for home. We took the path alongside the lake that lead us out of the woods across from site 29, and we walked up the hill through the 30’s
Tami’d like to go out tomorrow too. I sure hope her cold is better, and not worse!