One lagoon, too small to have a name, is always full of water lilies. I've stopped briefly sometimes, but took no photos; it's been green on green, with weeds. Last week, as I drove by, just before sunset, I saw a large yellow patch. Were the waterlilies blooming? I found a place to park and walked back.
|Water Lily Pond|
Not to worry; it's not cub season, and I was on a busy highway. I went on to look at the water lilies.
And there were no water lily flowers. The yellow was the evening sun slanting down onto dying leaves, grasses gone to seed, and maybe a few distant goldenrods.
|Second arm of the lagoon|
As I returned to the car, passing a grove of trees that hid the centre of the lagoon, and coming out into the open again, there was a loud "plop!" Not a fish jumping; they splash or slap the water; this was like the sound a rock makes when you throw it two-handed into the water.
I looked, but all there was to see was a long ripple just under the surface. Something large swimming underwater. Not a bear. I couldn't smell the bear any more, anyhow.
I stood there a long while, puzzling over the sound, waiting for something to show its face. No luck.
At home, I looked at the photos I'd taken. They were dark and noisy; it was the end of the day, in the shade. But there was something there. I lightened the photo to see.
A beaver lodge, hidden at the mouth of a creek. So that was what plopped!
Question: does a beaver smell like a bear? Or did I miss seeing both beaver and bear?