Robin’s Journal – From the Observation Stand

Sunday, August 14, 2011
Molunkus (Map 44)

The power in the cabin comes from a generator in a nearby shed. It’s loud and disruptive; I don’t like to run it except to run the water and lights at night. The percolator glub-glubbed on the propane stove while we sat on the porch steps in silence. The electric coffee maker sat idle on the counter.  Ducks paddled upstream, floated down and paddled up again. Hairy and downy woodpeckers, red and white breasted nuthatches and brown creepers flew from tree to tree. A mature American bald eagle flew down stream below the tree tops.

Ducks floated down stream, paddled up and floated back down.











We sat on the steps, losing track of time, until morning was almost over. After brunch we grabbed cameras and water and took off in the Jeep to explore. If there’s a road or path Tammy can’t see the end of, she must explore.

Cedar Cones

A chipmunk hole?

Bolete, delicious sauteed in evoo with mild onions









After an early supper we returned to “big field” at 5 pm, hoping to see the moose in better light. She didn’t visit the field that evening.

A third of big field.

It wasn’t long before a yearling doe appeared in the right side of the field. She didn’t get close enough for a great photo. I think she knew we were in the building and wasn’t overly concerned about us. She’s safe from people in the field, though she doesn’t know this.

This yearling doe grazed in the field.

Other than bluebirds, the doe was the only wildlife we saw in the field. We disturbed small birds roosting in birch trees draped over the trail from the field to the Jeep.

The Jeep’s headlights reflected from eyes near to the ground on the way back to camp. I turned on the off road lights on the roof to get a better look. A kitten limped into the woods. It was the first and last time we saw the kitten. The cat wasn’t seen after the first evening. How they got to be 10 miles into the woods is a mystery. Later that night, a dog barked three times in a row near camp. I waited for the porch light to turn on automatically but the dog didn’t come close enough to camp. We didn’t see or hear it again. Last summer a dog chased a deer through the field. Same one? We don’t know.

The most exciting time in the stand came the next evening.