So after hearing Gunnar rumbling around in the early morning hours, I was able to keep some semblance of my sleep on. But when you hear one of the dogs bark, you pretty much have to revele to make sure your not sopping up a pile of pee or worse. Of course Duke was only really interested in chasing chipmunk, but he and Bronco relieved themselves and followed me back inside for their breakfast.
I decided to bring my laptop down to the lake and read the Globe. The lake in the early morning is special sometimes. This morning dew soaked spider webs hang from the ladders and boats. The lake is like glass, with steam rising off it as it gives up its 75+ degree warmth to the cool night. I see a dull reflection of the 3/4 moon still high in the sky, and a family of ducks works its way down the shoreline looking for their early morning feed of shoreline berries.
But this morning I was treated to the sight of the loon family - mommy, daddy and baby loon - preening and feeding not 50 feet from our dock. The adults were grooming pretty intently, as junior tagged along behind. Then I watched as mommy went under near the shoreline, and snagged what appeared to be a worm, and feed it to junior. Junior is now preening, waiting, floating, waiting for more food. Too large for the 'back rides' he (or hopefully she) is now full fledged floating member of our Lake community.
