They sounded like a bunch of kids bickering in the distance, but I knew it was geese and kept searching the sky to see just how many can make such a racket... it was more than I had expected.
Can't say I've ever seen a deer in the wild lying down. At first I thought it was a stump, and when it moved, maybe a woodchuck. I finally got a good bead on it and realized it was, in fact, a deer...I wonder if it's a doe with a fawn nearby...hope so.
I was reminded not to dawdle when I heard the distant rumbling of thunder. The natives (or even Dad) would have been able to calculate the time between thunder and rain but I was pretty sure I had enough time to get home.
As I approached Sunset Pond I was amazed at how high it had gotten since last time. The beavers have been working overtime....must have been napping last night because I didn't see one. The aroma of the damp cedar and swampy earth was intoxicating as I headed down the road toward home. I tried to soak in the difference between the heady smell of the woods I was leaving and the cool clean fragrance of the Lake I was walking toward.
Speaking of the olfactory nerve, Mary rightly noted that Iris smell like balloons. As I hurried along I got a whiff of balloons! There was not an Iris in sight, but I spied this grove of trees across the road...afraid of the approaching storm (and probably my ride falling asleep) I didn't explore any further.
Note to self...never leave house without camera.