Deer

 Word got out about our wagon full of deer feed and we had a party of 5 show up!  The blackbirds, who were NOT invited, seem to be the full-time occupants though.

 On Monday I was unloading groceries and a few deer came for a visit.  This guy got a little too close for my comfort. He just kept walking closer and closer, like he had a secret to tell me. I know deer seem peaceful and innocent, but I've seen videos of them kicking people in the head!  I bet the guy with the permanent hoof print in the side of his head didn't suspect he'd be getting attacked by a deer in his lifetime.

He ended up running off with no incident.  I'm not afraid of the deer, but like anything else, I have to get use to them being in such close proximity.  

This is the golf course at the Angle.  The deer were hanging out there last Thursday night during Men's League. (You can see them mid way up toward the left.) I guess one even got hit in the nose with a ball, but he didn't care.  He just sniffed it and went on about his business.  I find it very funny that they choose to hang out with so many guys and noise around.  Guys that will likely be serving them up with a baked potato and glazed carrots this time next year.

Maybe they aren't as innocent as they seem.  Maybe they stand around and make fun of the form on some of these golfers.  There really isn't much else to do up here in the woods.

So this is our son stuck in the railing of his bed one day while he was supposed to napping.  And I quote, "I've been stuck here for days." I don't know how he got so wedged down in there, but I almost had to call Rick to come and help me get him out. After I took some photos of course.  I suppose I should be glad it wasn't his head....yet.

This is the future of our country, people.

Trash

Once the snow cleared there were remnants of the winter crowd all over the parking lot. Those generous people left gifts of spilled trash bags, empty bottles and underwear in our big parking lot. Yes, underwear. There is a litterbug going commando somewhere in Minnesota.  So yesterday the kids and I headed out to clean it up.  This is a fun job to do with Tyson because he can get involved.  He loves to work.

You know you are important when you get your own pair of work gloves.  Nevermind that some fingers never found their individual finger holes.

Not far into this affair we found the garbage bag was too heavy to carry.  Enter: the wagon.  Now he could really feel like a professional, bringing in his own equipment. I let him run across the campground by himself to fetch it.  Never was there a kid more proud.  

Once the wagon was full, we had to trek over to cabin 3 to show his father.  Tyson felt Dad wouldn't want to miss his wagon full of trash and pipes and wood.  Even a boot covered in concrete--perhaps the best find of the day.  (Don't worry, Rick is working in Cabin 3, not living in it.)

                                          
After we finished the parking lot, we worked our way through the rocks that line the marina, on up to Big Rick's house where we pilfered his deer feed.  The deer have been coming back around and grazing in the grass by our house. I really want to get them hooked  and keep them coming back. I wonder if there is something they just can't turn down, like catnip-- but for deer.

Big Rick was working in the campground and spotted this nest of Killdeer eggs.  It's right in the ground, not protected or covered at all.  Amazing!  What are the odds of all 4 surviving? Dogs, kids and campers will be   crawling this place soon. The mother bird was off to the side screeching at us but not getting close.  So she has the alarm system in place, but no way to execute an attack on us for snooping around her business.  I hope she doesn't realize she could use her beak.  I have a slight fear of birds and beaks and dirty little claws.  Ish.

PS-For all you people in Washington, "ish" means yuck. I'm debuting it on the blog so I can fit in. I don't know how to spell it though, so that could totally blow my cover.

The Other Co-Pilot

As promised, Brian and Ava on the 2-seater lawn mower. I've yet to see this with my own eyes as we've only been here through the lovely winter months. I've heard she even falls asleep on there. I can only imagine it's completely soothing with the sunshine on your face and hum of the mower, with a slight breeze blowing. Although this is the Angle, so a slight breeze could mean anything from a few leaves gently rolling along or it could be a canoe cartwheeling down the road. Hard to say, this wind can be brutal.

Just another way to confine your child while they believe they're having an exciting adventure on wheels. Genius.