Rt 66 and Tuckie Road.
 Just before we went to Peak's Island, a friend mentioned that she knew where no less than 5 Blue Heron nests were.       I asked that she take me there.        She brought her youngest daughter.         Here's the pictures I hoped to take.      But as happens so often       these Herons         were overshadowed        by the unexpected.              The herons posed well enough.      Looking this way and that.     But where there is nature      I find the unexpected.      Three beavers came       to warn me away     by slapping their tails.          Every mushroom,                                 cocoon          and frog     was accentuated by this young lady's        squeals of delight.     Though I hate waking early,      my company in the woods       human, amphibian, and avian,      made early rising a joy.