The majority of the tourists are gone and the locals are back on the lake. There's an occasional jet ski out when the weather's gorgeous (as it has been for the last few days); a few houseboats go out on the weekends; the last chance boaters take advantage of the perfect weather. There are other changes.
All summer, there was a wealth of birds to watch. There were ducks raising their young, sheperding them along the waterfront. We saw mergansers with their flotilla of juveniles. There were loons and grebes diving for fish and calling over the water. There were kingfishers chattering. Osprey fished all along the shore. A family of beavers feasted on weeds between our dock and the neighbour's. Watching the fish in the water calmed and soothed. There was so much to see, to watch.
Autumn is bringing different creatures. Over the last two days, we've seen a pair of herons land on the dock. They've visited both in the morning and the evening. As well, this creature has been putting in an appearance over the last couple of days.
The first time we saw him, I recognized him for what he was. He was sitting on the corner of a retaining wall and everyone else was convinced he was a cat. One very big, fluffy cat. I knew by the way he turned his head that he was no cat. When John got the binoculars out, he realized I was right. Then, he flew into the tree. That was Saturday. The owl came back last night and John got the camera.
I love owls. I love life on the lake.