Today I looked through photos of that winter on the lake, to see if there were any worth sharing. And of course I found a few.
Our home is on the side of the lake that gets not one ray of direct sunlight from mid October through March. Since our permanent home is one of the sunniest houses I've ever lived in, the cats and I were very disappointed in that lack of sunlight. It really was at times depressing. We'd drive away from the lake and into the sun for our daily doses of Vitamin D. The cats just had to make do.
This is one of the few colorful pictures I got on the lake that winter, and it is a good one. It makes me think of Thomas Kincade paintings. No filters applied!
When in Rome, do as the Romans do, so Dave did a fair amount of ice fishing. Paul gave him a set of vintage tippers for Christmas, and with those and a plastic chair that had washed up on our shore, he was all set. The season of safe ice was a short one, as were the ice fishing trips. Dave caught one fish. And got out in the sun on the lake.
I did a lot of knitting during that winter on the lake, and I don't know if I took pictures of all of my finishes or not. Items flew off my needles.
I made this woolen scarf for my favorite biologist from the Loon Preservation Committee. In addition to a million other tasks he performs, he's the guy that goes out and does ice rescues of loons who do not migrate off in time. It's an insane process and he loves it. On this day the wind was wicked, and he had gone in the drink in his dry suit. And, he did get his loon. When he got to shore he was happy to have this scarf among his warm up kit. Seeing how stretched and worn it was just a month after I gave it to him, I'd say it was being well used.
I made this hat for Anna, isn't is adorable? Yes, and it's unwearable because the dang pom pom weighs 5 pounds. I need to do something about that, as the hat itself is so cute.
The icing on the winter on the lake was the emergency surgery I had on Christmas Eve. On an MRI for MS, there was an incidental finding of a nearly 100% blocked carotid artery. It got opened up, cleaned up and I was home in time for Xmas afternoon with my family. They'd all been losing their minds as I was in the hospital, they are all so dear that way. I was simply stunned, it happened so quickly, I sat there thinking "what the heck just happened?" I got lucky, that's what the heck happened!
Spring came early, thank goodness. Ice out was on March 9 or so. Dave was at the house for the violent part of an ice out, when a lake full of ice decides it is on the move, and the ice goes out against the shore, wiping out anything in its path. Dave reported it to be a truly awesome event of nature.
On March 25, our grand West End territorial male returned to the lake to reclaim and defend his territory. He is one huge loon, we call him Moby 2.... His dad was Moby 1. Moby 2 and his mate, the Princess, gave the lake one beautiful chick during the summer of 2016. Notice in this picture that Moby's eyes are brown, not that brilliant red. When they winter on the ocean, their eyes turn brown and they have on their winter grey feathers. You'd not recognize them as loons, unless you know what a wintering loon looks like. Their eyes turn red again after just a few weeks on their lake.
|Moby on the nest, 2016. The male and female take turns on the nest, for 28 days|
and then share the duties of raising their chick until the chick is around 12 weeks old.
|Moby (on the left, wide load) the chick and the Princess, early July 2016.|
And that's a good synopsis of our winter on the lake.