My head down, looking at the water as I paddle, I watch the reflection of a bald eagle sweep by.
I pass a grey feathered bonnet, adrift on the surface, left behind by an eagle or a hawk, the remains of an unwary pigeon or coot.
|female common golden eyes|
I finish the dead lake and quickly pass through the almost as dead Portage Bay, and then through the crossing under place. Then, I turn north up Union Bay's west islands. The calm water is bordered all around by the dry tan of dead cattails. A male bufflehead shows off to a female a hundred yards ahead. The female, annoyed, flies my way, then arcs up and over number two island to a landing that I hear but cannot see. The male goes off to pester two other females. I find beaver sign on number two island and stop briefly to confirm that they have been going into the island's center as in the past - the canal that was here last winter is longer and deeper, the result of their dragging limbs back to the safety of open water.
|beaver started this lodge last winter but never finished|