|Therein lies Chapman Pond|
I turn up from the little ferry dock and paddle the far side to the lower entrance to Chapman Pond. I found this on my last trip here and this short section of meandering creek into the open pond is absolutely delightful. Plants are in bloom; a couple white ones that I don't know and purple and yellow irises. I think it's the white ones that smell so good. At the bend with the tall dead top tree, a flicker calls out unseen. It did this last time I was here as well. I did not see it then either. I'm sure that if I took my time I would find the perfect 2 inch circle opening to the nest...sure enough that I don't need to do so. I turn back from the bottom of the pond and retrace my way in and go back down the river.
|I just don't get this shit|
Before the Selden Channel I admire the wildlife scare toys that the wealthy neighbors have placed on their property to keep nature at bay. I do not get it.
|Osprey taking off|
I paddle on to near the other mouth and head back into the Elfin forest. It's a narrow twisting channel that ends in a swamp of small stunted trees and shrubs. I flush a male wood duck who drops a feather in the excitement. I collect it.
I cross the main channel and head up toward the beaver lodge. Beaver were in it 2 years ago. Last year it looked like it might not be in use, but I couldn't be sure. This time it is clear that it is abandoned.
|Red wing blackbird taking off|
I head out from here, get taken off my game by a couple of idiot motorboats going way over the speed limit, tuck into Whalebone Creek, where I get my head back. Then, finish the trip with a mildly windy crossing of the big river.