Most of the time in the early morning our cove is like glass, later becoming rough, some day's more rougher then others depending on the Old Northwest Wind, the nice thing to that is, there is always a breeze at our place, witch helps to keep the mosquito's at bay and our camp stay's cooler in the heat of the summer.
As evening falls and the sun gives everything a silhouette look, the amazing colors from the sunset fills the sky leaving it's reflection on the water. Then the pond grows calm and inviting once more, fishing is always good in the evening and my children look forward to it.
As I lay in my bed, in the still of the night, a sound comes forth echoing down the pond with mournful wails and screams, it is the Loon, though many find it eerie, I find it mysteriously comforting. I go to sleep listening to the Loons talking to each other, only to be awaken by the scream of the Bald Eagle as he fly's over looking for breakfast, I scurry out to the kitchen for coffee, grab my camera, in hopes of some great photos as well as to watch the pond come alive.
Our son's sailboat's tall mast has been a favorite place for the Belted King Fisher to perch and hunt from.