[3]July 30, 2009
The lake is like glass without a hint of wind. I find a spot along the lake edge and just sit for some time taking it all in and watching the morning unfolding. Trout are rising and jumping all across the lake leaving rings to even small waves across the surface. I can hear Pine Squirrels back in the forest chattering at who knows what and Clarks Nutcrakers are flying back and forth across the lake all the while calling to each other in true Jay fashion. I watch two Osprey fishing the lake and finally head southward. One lands in a tall spruce calling to its mate who has caught a fish for breakfast and flies right on by heading for their nest. The other finally gives up his calling and follows. Then it is again quiet except for the sound of those trout still feeding.
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