A toy on a string suspended overhead has Effie fully attentive and ready to spring. . . .
Mistakes in sexing chicks happen. We wanted four hens. They were little chicks when we got them in March. They all looked alike. The second from the left has a large comb, but that isn’t always dispositive. He crows. His cocka-doodle-do goes off at 5:00 a.m. and off and on throughout the day. Worse, he’ll never lay eggs. But he’ll make good chicken stew.
catching up on her pedicure before she heads back out. . .
I’m experimenting with my new phone’s camera’s interpretation of indoor light and color. Happily, I have a world class model.
No, we didn’t catch any fish. We tried, but none took us up on our offer to take them home with us. We have licenses to fish in both Washington and Idaho. The Clearwater River is on the Idaho side until it joins the Snake River at the boundary. The Snake flows along the boundary until it meets the Clearwater, at which point the Snake is in Washington. It’s complicated.
We moored Pisca-Dory at an enchanting little island and clambered up a trail. We named it Pony Island, after a dream I had when we were in law school.
on “Pony Island”
Both rivers are beautiful, and normally afford wonderful fishing. Right now, water temperatures are in flux and the fish seem to be laying low, though I observed one bass take a dramatic leap.
It was a lovely day; storm clouds gathered, but never broke while we were out on the rivers.
Pretty yellow flowers on Pony Island
Trail on Pony Island
Heading back to the launch
I took this blazing sunset photo Thursday evening with my new Android phone’s camera.