Beryl, are those ducks?” Bill asked. I followed his finger
to where a wide v-shaped wake speeded toward our shoreline. Binoculars
revealed, what we’d never before witnessed in our 15 years in this house: two otters racing toward shore. We watched in
delight as they clambered, in their wonderfully playful way, up the rocks. Their heads would bob into view
and then disappear, as if they were having difficulty mounting the rock. “Oh,
please,” I thought , “don’t take off for some more easily climbed rock.” They
didn't leave but finally managed to breach the rocks, dragging with them a very
large fish, which they then – very un-playfully—proceeded
to devour. It didn't take long, then off they went, their V-shaped wake
pointing away from our rocks, until they disappeared into the deep blue of the
Lake’s body.
Bill was also the one to sight a large wolf loping toward
him up our driveway as he drove down towards the house. While I've been seeing
wolf scat and bear scat on our driveway, I've not spotted one in the process of
leaving its mark. For that matter, I've never seen a wolf on our property, period, though others
have. My son and his wife spotted a large black wolf near our unattached
garage, and a neighbor spotted the “Biggest black wolf” he’d ever seen heading
down our driveway. So, where was I when all these things were happening? Obviously, in the wrong place. I did see
a black bear cross our driveway in a heavy morning mist but that time Bill was
with me. Perhaps I need to hang closer to him both in and out–of-doors.
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