Our friendly feathered friends

Honk, honk, who dat?
Honk, honk must be the Fed Ex man with an early morning package. The honking kept up and it wasn’t coming from the back of the cabin where the driveway is but the front lakeside, honk, honk.

This called for an early morning inspection for it could be one of the lit’ cousin coming home from an late night out on the town…maybe it was one of those Aquacars. Honk honk.

Last year I had an early morning encounter with a big fur ball as a black bear was dining on our bird feeder. So cautiously out the lake side door I walk with our Springer under foot. She has a nose for chasing off wild life even black bears thinks she's a pain in the rear, so do I but she needed her early morning walk…so down to the lake. Honk, honk.

And there they were once again two Canadian geese who had parked themselves on our little grassy point staking claim to the place. The two were looking for a summer nesting place to rise a covey’ of twenty goose’ings. Now I’m a wild life guy except when you step into it! With geese you have plenty of stuff to step into. Rosebud and I now have two little goosings ourselves who will now doubt be playing on the sandy point on their summer visits plus we have friends with grandkids who do the same. Honk, honk.



It took our Springer about 20 seconds to get bored chasing the geese back into the lake. I mean there is a vast undeveloped shore line on the other side of the lake where the two could park…why does it have to be our front yard? And why is our bird dog more interested in chasing rocks and tennis balls than doing her God intended duty?

So now I guard the shoreline keep it safe from invading foreigners – Canadians, no offence Chris Mac.