Nearing sun set at the reservoir

formerly known as ‘The Birdless Pond’

Doug drove me to the reservoir last pm, where we haven’t been since Winter, when he dropped me off because there was no place to park and as soon as he drove away I fell and whacked my head hard on the ice. Hmmm, maybe that explains my wonky memory. No, prolly not. It’s a beautifully peaceful spot, and rarely have I seen any creatures there, except fishing ones. Who rarely clean up after themselves. But let’s not get me going on that.