The Concord River is open for business–wide open! Except for a few passing ice flows, the water is free and clear. And, unfortunately, getting higher.
I’m keeping a weathered eye on two rocks across from my beach. They’re my benchmarks for when to panic. In other words, when the river covers them, I panic.
Tonight is a rare blood moon, thanks to a lunar eclipse.
Typically an autumn occurrence, this blood moon has many people prophesying about the end of the world. Hmmm, maybe I’d better get those bib waders ASAP.
Since they don’t know the world might be ending soon, the ducks are doing their best to establish their territories. My yard is, once again, top on the most cherished breeding spots of the Concord River. I’m sure it has to do with the free snacks. Even a pair of geese have been checking out the property.
One pair of ducks, whom I have named Franny and Harry (after my beloved parents), have won the lottery and my property is their breeding location. Harry works hard to keep the other drakes away from the beach and Franny handles all the encroaching hens. It’s a full-time job. I’m not sure when they’ll find the time to nest.
Now of course, I could help out by not feeding the other ducks, but what would be the fun in that?
Before I sign off, allow me to take you back to last year when the snow was a distant memory and the spring peepers were peeping.
And, of course, no post would be complete without checking on the Ruby-throated hummingbirds.
Blessed be :)