I didn’t get a photo of either pileated woodpecker that I watched while I was there, but I now know that the “wild laughter” I heard came from them, not loons. It rained most of the time we were there. We said goodbye to Fred on Monday and I sent a piece of driftwood and a duck feather from the lake with him.

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^^^The bones of the tree that I am weaving. I seldom see it bare.

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^^^A melancholy evening in bed.

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^^^The Easter Gator.

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^^^A reminder that persistence pays off.