28 July

 eBird data: https://ebird.org/checklist/S90928529

weather:  6 am:  21 C wind WSW2, 9 am 29 C wind N 6

Tide:  8 am:  4m, peak tide, falling

Another magical early morning after a stinkin' hot night.  

The woods seem hushed these mornings, occasional chirps and twitters, but very peaceful.  The river is  full, and flowing gently.  





I found the beaver again!  Or maybe his kid brother--looked even smaller than day before yesterday.



I'm wondering whether he's taken up residence in this mass of roots and branches.  I know that beavers sometimes hang out in spots like this rather than their splendid lodges, and it did look as though he was nipping off bits of branches and arranging things.  I'll continue to monitor the spot, now that I've found it.  

Further downstream there's a beach where mergansers often rest, sometimes snoozing.  This morning there was a Momma merganser apparently keeping watch  as  a pile of eight fuzzy little merganser chicks snoozed.



I wonder whether they just pile up like that at nap time or whether Mom organises them so she can keep watch.

I made my way to my bench, found a bit of shade (it was already getting hot), and enjoyed my cheese roll and coffee and the view.  




A breeze of sorts sprang up which has persisted throughout the day, after I'd taken this photo of a very calm Salish Sea.  It looks as though it may cool down a bit tomorrow, although I think I'll stick with the early drive to the trailhead and breakfast on the Point.  I can't think of a more lovely venue to eat breakfast.  Who knows?  I may find Young Beav again.



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