We did a walk about around Bill's camp yesterday looking for storm damage. Everything is OK. I believe that this is the oldest camp on the lake.

Here's a picture of George trying to hitch a ride to the land that time forgot.

A lone goose at the dock. It let me walk right to it.

We have a robin building a nest outside of our observation window.

Nope, this isn't a winter scene. This was a rain/wind event about a half hour ago. Looking at Bedrock.

The point by the narrows.

I told you that green stuff is scary!

I remember Kita dragging a 10 foot branch home when he was a pup.

Take the pebble from my paw.

Retirement helps keep me calm.

Say what?

Sorry, Rachel.

Ommmmmm. Retirement and deep meditation helps.

Or it's called politics.

I hope that Josie made a cake for you and you got to lick the spoon.

You will never, ever, ever guess what I saw this afternoon. You get three guesses. Nope, wrong. Nope, that's not it either. No, no no, get you head out of the gutter. Give up? OK, I heard a ruckus out on the lake and just thought that it was seagulls. Upon closer inspection with the binoculars, I found out that it was a pair of ravens keeping a mature bald eagle in the water. The eagle was on his back, doing the backstroke, with talons up protecting itself. I was on my way down to the boat to save the eagle when one raven flew off and the eagle made it's escape. The last that I saw the eagle it went into Wolf's bay with a raven right on it's tail feathers. 

Sorry for the resolution, but the camera with the better zoom is on an archaeological expedition to the land that time forgot. Here, under the V are the ravens and eagle. 

Here, under the U one of the ravens leaves and the eagles starts to lift off.

The eagle is airborne with a raven right behind.

The eagle is being escorted out of protected airspace.

One raven leading the eagle and another behind. 

Last Saturday I had heard splashing down at the dock. I assumed it was just some ducks. Later, I found that a moose had walked up the shore and found it's way blocked by the dock and it turned around and went back whence it came.

Last evening I went fishing with the Slates and friend of Dan's, Josh. Josh caught the big fish of the night. 

Mr. Slate's fish were getting heavy.  

It was dark by the time I got home. When I came around the garage this small tree was blocking my way. I must have scared off the beaver.

Today I found where the beaver got the tree, right beside the garage.

So, Grasshopper "suggested" that I had toooo many jokes on the last post. But ... 

See? Another benefit of retirement.

Or a backhand sandwich.

I C U!

This brought back memories of the "open door policy" ..... by appointment, only.

Hahaha, Hohoho,

I didn't know that they were an option, but apparently they are.