On Sunday the dogs and I took up residence at the cottage--I had a few days without meetings. The photos demonstrate the variability of the weather. I've done lots of pleasure reading, worked on some writing projects, walked the girls a lot.
Yesterday's rains filled the brook, now rushing noisily into the Big Lake. Last night after I went to bed, I heard a loon calling in the bay. I hope to catch a glimpse of him soon. The phoebes are nesting in a new nest in their old location high under the eave of the screened porch. They must've decided last year's site on an unused light fixture by the path to the parking area was too public and too much foot traffic. I left the nest in case they wanted to use it again. Now they've moved on, I think I'll leave it anyway.