Rescue team

The family was out at the cabin today celebrating fathers day. While we were there a couple of neat little things happened.

My pops spotted something in the water, thinking it was dead, he picked it up only to realize that it in fact was not dead. It was a baby warbler that had fallen out of its nest above the shoreline. Dad took the soaking creature into the sun where it began to shake and shiver uncontrollably. Things did not look good, but slowly the sun got stronger and the cute little guy started to warm up. Finally he started chirping and his eyes began to open after his truamatic experience. After about ten minutes of crying you could hear his folks begin singing up a storm in a nearby tree. We decided it was best if we skedaddle and watch the proceedings from afar. The adult birds came down to him and started hootin and hollerin and jumpin this ways and that. Down from the barrel the little birdy went, opening up his wings for a short second to try to reach mom and dad. A little further the next time he went. With mom and dad still hootin and hollerin encouragement he made it a touch farther this time. And finally on the fourth attempt the little ball of down made it into a tree. In one short hour the little guy went from the brink of death to making his very first flight.
A pretty cool sight to see


Second cool thing was that with all the rain we have had, the water in the lake is very clear, especially when brother lent me his expensive polarized sunglasses. A school of Perch had decided to make home intermitently underneath the dock today so I could drop down my hook and literally watch about 30 fish investigate my bait before finally one would try his luck at dinner.