This morning’s visit to revealed at least two kits, one carrying a branch to the dam and one milling about the lodge entrances. The willow above the lodge is just beginning to sprout new leaves and I’m sure our beavers are eagerly awaiting their arrival. Cheryl saw 25 scaups below the dam, and struggled to photograph a very fast but ostentatious ruby-crowned kinglet. A lovely common yellowthroat sang his song to the morning atop the lodge. The water is still churning brown from the night’s rain, but nature doesn’t seem to mind. Didn’t hear the frogs this morning, I wonder if the scaups had anything to do with that?
