A chill is in the air, the sun is out, the water level rose from last evening’s rain, everything feels fresh and new in this sanctuary of nature. This lake is alive with multiple species of duck so they will find the freshwater enticing when it’s time to feed or bath. Their feathered colors remind me of a patchwork quilt as they swim, heads dipping into the water in search of food.
I’m not sure why such diversity of wildlife gather at Lake Lynn more than any other lake in the area. So speaking of diversity, let’s take a walk and I’ll show you. We’re on a two-mile trail which goes the circumference of the lake complete with bridges over the outer extensions of the waters boundary when necessary.
Across the breadth of the lake, the resident white swan holds court over her subjects as her mate watches in total awareness under a shady grove, next to him is a dead branch fallen into the shallow water turned into a deck for sunbathing turtles… I count 20 or so. You’ll see such turtles all along the trail especially by the bridges along the path.
A tree shows evidence of a woodpecker building its home, and if you listen closely you can hear him in the distance, his consistent pecking echoes through the trees. And even closer, I can hear a rooster… no doubt he’s escaped from a family farm on the outskirts of the lake.
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A gaggle of Canada geese flies in formation from the north, as they land in the water in front of me. They could give instruction on flying and landing as each bird’s positioning allows for airflow to guide its neighbor.
Squirrels gather nuts and scurry up trees for their winter stores. I see one such industrious little fellow using his teeth to cut twigs hauling them over to a recess in the tree to build his family home.
Across a small wetland, a doe and her fawn are nervously looking for food behind a hedge of thick brush. Others gathered in the distance inspecting the situation.
Wading through the lake is a blue heron catching her morning meal, a red-tailed hawk flies overhead watching the whole scene as the trees seem to sway to music not found on an IPod. This is nature’s music, a symphony of sight and sound, of all things under this cathedral of the sky.
Guest Post by Jeff from An Unexpected Muse
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