It was some stroke of fate that I couldn't find the tire pump for my bike today. I really wanted to go on a road ride down M-26 in the sunshine on this fine, sunny day. But the tires were too low, and I couldn't find that darn thing anywhere.
Okay, then, Mr. Butters. Let's go to the lighthouse. We haven't been there for a while, and the winds are from the south, so it should be nice there too.
On our way down the "hill" towards the lighthouse gate, I heard someone alarm the forest of our intruding: the eagle. Ooh, the eagle! I chirped back. When we approached its area, I was surprised to actually spot its nest -- it's been a while. But there was no eagle in sight.
We wandered on down the usual lane to Lake Superior. Oh, she was so sparkly blue today. I took a moment of gratitude to be in her presence again. As we meandered on our way, I saw tracks I have never seen before. Not at the lighthouse, not anywhere in Copper Harbor. I think they were from bigfoot!
I still don't know if I believe it or not, but here is a video of what I saw.
The only other tracks I could find after that could have been the same prints or from snowshoers on a different day. I couldn't be sure. Either he took the lakeshore somewhwere or swam. Maybe he hopped on an ice float to Isle Royale! Luckily we got back home safe and sound, without seeing a tall, long-haired beast.
I looked it up. Bigfoot does like juniper berries... I wonder if he found my fort! I will be on the lookout around town, and I'll let you know if there are any other sightings.
On my way back to the gate (as if I could concentrate on anything else) I heard the eagle again. Then I looked up. There it was! It's on the top left corner of this shot, behind all the branches. Definitely in the adult stages. It was the only one I could see.
A mature eagle in its nest.
Well, maybe I can go on that bike ride later this week. Who knows what will be out that way?
