|Marsh Wren Nest|
But, a green backed heron rises up - all dinosaurish and gawkiness. It settles behind the lodge and we circle round to view it perched, where it is a deceptively small and graceful looking bird. Then it unfolds itself into something ill proportioned and flies off.
We cross the bay to take a short walk to see the north eagle nest. We discuss the reality of Seattle's eco-imagination while looking over Yesler's pilings next to the former Seattle dump site. I have a low opinion of the founding fathers who for some reason thought that it was a good idea to dump any and all garbage, refuse and debris in the water. Following the north shore, we spot three very small raccoons running along the shore.
We stop again near the West Lodge. P is up and out of the canoe and before I can get out he has declared the felled alder trees on the shore to be cool. In fact, they have continued to work on some of the trees, although not with such vigor as in the winter when they have nothing else to eat.
We continue on, paddling without break into and through Portage Bay and down the dead lake passing the shipyards.