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.