Snape and I found one spruce grouse, a young one, nearly eating size and a couple of good blueberry bushes, where I picked a couple handfuls for a snack. It impossible for me to tell if the blueberries had were sparse or had already been gathered by bears or pickers. Either way any berries out of these section of the forest would be well earned. Snape seemed a little nervous in the woods and seemed eager to get back to the main trail. He doesn't range far into the woods unless there is a rich scent to something like the spruce grouse which he didn't notice until it was well up a tree and then he was ready to get after it. Nelson always loved bushwhacking, and he let his nose lead him on great explorations well away from me, often leaving me frustrated while I waited for his return.
The loons returned yesterday and it reminded me to return to my writing here. Solstice was quite a while ago. We hadn't seen the loons for sometime and I wonder of they were at the other end of the lake, on their nest again or travel to visit neighbors, which loons are known to do. I have watched visiting loons arrive here and at the Pear Lake to visit the resident pair. The visits usually involve a lot of vocalizing, water dancing and short, circling flights around the host lake. What I call water dance is a drama performance by one or two loons that rise up and run across the surface of the water flapping their wings and calling for thirty to fifty yards. This is often repeated by other birds. Noisy and dramatic, this display of energy and force is a moving event to watch. The lake is always dramatic, sometimes with the wildlife busy on, in and around it; sometimes with the weather lashing the water and the trees and sometimes with the placid silence of solitude.