Daily PromptAt noon today, take a pause in what you’re doing or thinking about. Make a note of it, and write a post about it later.
via High Noon.
We drove out to the river this morning while the church goers were still in the pews.
The green water of the Middle Fork and brown water from the North Fork merge here.
It looks like a clan of beavers merge here too. There was an amazing amount of evidence everywhere, but we couldn’t find their damn dam. My husband figures this tree must’ve been chewed on above when the snow was deep and the lower part was carved after snowmelt. Or else there was one really tall beaver.
I collected some long sticks. The girls like to use them for torches, when we have a campfire. I was running low on torches.
I only brought home one rock; a large, pale, purplish-pink boulder. I can always use another rock in the garden or around the henyard.
We visited this guy.
This is his mate. I suspect they have eggs in the nest by now.
By the way, the ravens at Wellesley college are nesting in front of the ravencam again. I’ve not yet heard how many eggs are in the nest. You can watch them at
By noon, we were hungry and on our way home. PB and J.
Now it’s after three, and I do believe it’s wine time.
Maybe I’ll take the hens for a walk. They follow me like puppies. Such good girls.