Today I talked to a man who had just caught a large catfish. We discussed cooking methods (fried). Later, he was tossing a rake tied to a rope into the lake to get weed out. "Helps with the fishing," he said.
Back on the critter front, I've only seen bird faces and I'm not unthankful for that. A glorious hawk was the first bird I saw on this trip, so far off that I wasn't sure it was a bird at all. But there it was, the dessert of the afternoon, with fishing birds and humans taking on the main course. Eat dessert first. Thank you.
|He didn't stick around long. What KIND of hawk? I'm pretty sure it's a red-shouldered hawk, unless someone knows differently.|
|And that's why they are called snake birds as well as ahingas.|
|I'm aHINGa of the world|
Ahingas on pilings.
I never quite make it all the way through magic light time, for some reason. The light gets wavery, somewhat surreal and I feel almost like I can't see properly. I don't get it. I'll be here a couple of more days - it might happen.
|A very rustic boathouse. Each person in the neighborhood can have one. Some are kept up. Some aren't.|