|Not our plates...but they should be|
|Tent up, chairs out, beer opened|
|Sometimes heaven is a place on earth|
There were some cool bird sightings mixed into the set-up proceedings, too. When we were in Awenda last July we heard a bird call that we had never heard before. We peered into and scanned the forest for the source of that call but never did find out who was making it. I had forgotten all about it until we had been back for about an hour this year and I suddenly heard it again. This time, however, we spotted the noisy guy almost immediately: a pileated woodpecker. I have no idea how he could possibly have been so difficult to see last summer because he was sitting out in the open about 30 metres behind our campsite and he was absolutely huge! I grabbed my pocket digital camera and filmed him as he dropped down out of the tree he was sitting in and started to hop along a fallen birch mere feet behind our clothesline. My hope was that I would capture his call on film but he never made another peep for the rest of the weekend, as luck would have it. All I can offer is this very short, grainy footage of the woodpecker bobbing along the log:
|There's a hawk in all that foliage|
|Grumpy and Ms P relaxing by the tent|
And that was Day One of the annual trek to Awenda. Still to come: hours at the beach, soapstone carvings, and an extraordinary "chipmunk buffet" that you won't want to miss. Day Two will be posted tomorrow.