In a windstorm late last year the big eagles' nest we've watched for years came crashing down. I wonder if they'll build a new one nearby, or move on? Maybe more baby ducks will survive to adulthood, Gunnar hopes. But it's early for baby ducks. And we didn't see any adults in the first pond.
There were coots, though, diving for their lunch and rippling the water.
And Gunnar's favorite noisy friends, the red-winged blackbirds, were calling busily. Maybe the woods are waking up, after all. They stake their territory with a loud Woo-kah-duh-DEEEEE-doo, and hide their nests down in the cattails.
Not everything is brown. One of the first to awaken is the Oso Berry, or Indian Plum. You'll know it because if you crush its lime green leaves they smell like... cucumber.
And truly, we have green all year. We're called the Evergreen State for good reason. Gunnar led the way downstream to another pond, still hoping to find ducks.
But first, a favorite tree. This Western Red Cedar apparently fell across the path, years ago, and was trimmed back.
But it didn't die. It's branches reach for the sunlight, like trunks now themselves.
People play and swim in this creek in the summer, when the flow is gentle. Not now. Rainfall and melting snow have filled its banks to the brim, and above.
We go over this smaller bridge to see the Big One. A local landmark.
I had to stand back to take the picture, as the spray was billowing up and over Gunnar. And see the little bit of snow left, on the pillar by his arm?
The boys have waded and played here, on warmer, calmer days. Amazing how much the water flow changes.
Too bad you can't hear the thundering.
See that nice, long chute of water behind the bridge? It has gates now, at the top and bottom.
And I will neither confirm or deny what certain kids may or may not have done there when I was Gunnar's age. ;D
I'll show you what else we saw tomorrow :D