|ANOTHER COOL, DAMP DAY|
|BEAVERS AT WORK ON THE NORTH BRANCH OF PIKE'S CREEK|
|WELL, LENT IS ALMOST OVER ANYWAY|
The beavers have rebuilt their dam on the north branch of Pike's Creek and it is quite an engineering feat. I hope nobody traps them out.
Joan, myself and Buddy went to camp dinner at the Lasen’s sugar bush yesterday evening, and master chef Andy outdid himself cooking beef tenderloin medallions wrapped in bacon over an open fire, and Judy added salad, asparagus and a wonderful mixture of mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes to the menu. Topped off with lemon cream pie, one of my favorites. Old mutual friends Paul and Joanne and their two dogs, along with Buddy, and the Larsens dog) made us quite a raucous crowd. I was compelled to break my Lenten ledge to give up hard liquor for the duration (sorry, Lord, but Lent is almost over anyway).
We spent some time outside listening and watching for woodcocks doing their mating flight to impress their ladies, and I did see two of the diminutive daredevils in the dusky sky, hurtling earthward after their corkscrew ascent. I head the plaintive call of the male acrobats on their upward flight, but their very high pitched “Peent! Peent!” call on the way down is out of the range of my old ears.
Anyway, as an experience it was a cut above several springs ago when Andy led us on a supposed walk through the woods to find the woodcocks’ dancing ground, which ended up being a forced march through every blackberry patch and frog puddle in the neighborhood, in the dark.