|Into Lord's Cove|
I take a route that follows the side channels, extending the mileage and visiting the smaller places. I cut through the mystery of Coute's Hole, finding little there but finding my first marsh wren of the spring on the way out. It chirps once or twice, then drops down into the cattails and goes silent. It is not yet time to advertise to a mate.
In the farthest out of the arms of the cove, I spy a swan nest while four osprey circle overhead.
|Mute swans (invasive)|
|Red throated loon|