Category: Squamscott River
The geese are back in numbers. My pillow is maybe 75 feet from the shore of Clemson Pond.
So I drift off at night with honking and awake to the same. The geese communicate all night long.
One more month here.
I will miss the geese and frogs, and the constant burbling sounds of Clemson Pond. It is a sewage detention pond and it releases gas that forms bubbles on the surface algae mat. These pop and the sound is audible, from my living room. Last evening we took a stroll. The Clemson Pond half mile and over to the Swasey.
The Squamscott River smelled like cod liver oil.
Jon Ring who I spoke with on the walk agreed.
I have the taste and odor of cod liver oil in my brain, it was seared there long ago.
Jon said that he had been by the head of tide pool at dead low tide and had noticed a sheen on the exposed rocks.
The odor dissipated once one was past the Swasey Pavilion.
There is practically no water at all coming over the Great? Dam.
The river walk could be so unique.
Last evening the sunset was pretty good!
another day done
It’s Fathers Day , and it was a beautiful day yesterday for our yard sale, we were so lucky. The new owner of 18 Locust stopped by too! We were happy to move a few things back in that she wanted. Her three children are going to love growing up on Locust.
Too bad for us she did not want the gift of a plastic boat.
Let me know if you do.
I read Friday in the ENL that the fellow that bought and rehabilitated the Loaf stated , “no tenant till the dam is removed”.
I made a few phone calls, and have two more calls to make Monday.
It will be possible for me however to write about my unease over this news this weekend. It seems despite the story about the Loaf, that many like me have been wondering for some time.
When is the Great? Dam coming down?
Why has there not more discussion and planning for this momentous event due this Fall?
What exactly is the FOCUS of the BOS and Town Government?
eastern painted turtle
just another squamscott sunset
There are 2 eagles frequenting Clemson Pond this week . One likes to launch his sortie from the large pine tree at the Powder House.The one that I have glassed most often is still young,his cap not fully white. Across the pond low , once around the boathouse then back to his aerie.
Sometimes picking off a small fish from the pond .
The gulls harry him or her mercilessly .
I am amazed the eagle does not take one of the sitting ducks.