|New lodge construction on Marsh Island|
We pass an immature bald eagle on the west shore and then I stop us at #2 island to see if we can spot the marsh wren that was working here yesterday. K spots the first wren nest of the spring. I had seen the wren pushing cattail leaves around, but now there is a thin round shell of cattail fluff. It isn't completed, we can still see through gaps in the construction, but it will be finished soon. The male wren will build 10 to 20 nests here to attract one female. She will fix one of them and lay her eggs.
There are still some herons gathered near the mouth of Ravenna Creek. Six are on the point and we flush a few more. This is the end of the spring congregation that goes on here early each March.
At North Point, I have K sample a beaver scent mound. She agrees that the castoreum is pleasant and sweet. It is a smell you never forget. It is a smell that you catch on the wind every once in awhile in beaver territory.
We visit the NE lagoon before crossing the bay to the Big Lodge, which gets its name from the fact that it is 30 feet across. There is enough water to get back into the beaver forest behind the lodge, but new low branches stop us all too soon. So, I steer us to plan B, the sedge meadow. It is a twisting path through hummocks and cattails, poling and nudging the canoe through to a meadow of sedges that lies hidden and surrounded by cattails. The new 520 bridge will wipe it away, but it is still here. K is a particularly good canoe partner. She is up for crossing all the way through, which involves bog walking on floating cattail mats...and the chance of getting wet.
We do the big dead end, we take all the cattail short cuts, K spots the hidden lodge, geese are setting nest territory on the workbench lodge, we stop and chat with 3-Stars who reports pied billed grebes doing the mating dance thing (I've yet to see this)...K is a good partner, we just keep going until we seem to have no where else to go...delightful.