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Where are the males? I never see them anywhere! |
A Red-breasted Nuthatch …
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The first -- and only -- one I have ever seen |
... a Black-capped Chickadee ...
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So cute |
… and lots of adorable little Red Squirrels ...
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This Red Squirrel is actually red |
Our campsite was also wooded. A bit less secluded than Moose Lake, but nice, nonetheless. We set up and -- as we do -- immediately set out to explore.
One of the interesting things about Lake Bemidji is that the Mississippi River runs right through it. In fact, its Anishinabe /Ojibwe name, "Bemiji-gau-maug," means "cutting sideways through or diagonally." Early trader records identify Lake Bemidji as "Lac Traverse," which is French for diagonal lake.
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Map: weatherforecast.com |
In the late 1800s, Europeans came to the area to harvest white and Norway pine and, at the turn of the century when logging was at its peak, the lumber mills on the south shore of Lake Bemidji were the center of logging in the nation. But, a few areas within the park boundaries were still virgin when the government purchased the land, thus preserving a remnant of the original forest. In 1923, the Minnesota Legislature established the state park. Most of the forest we saw was rather new growth. I don't know why there are bears on the park sign; I don't think the park actually has bears.
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Just a pretend bear |
After we settled in, I took a hike along the Rocky Point Trail. It traverses a rather dense forest comprising pine, birch and hardwoods.
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Climbing up |
... and an Eastern Kingbird ...
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A pretty little bird |
Plus, a chattering Gray Squirrel ...
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Most of what you hear in forests is squirrels telling you they don't appreciate your presence |
I walked to the end of the trail without seeing much and
then headed back. We had seen some signs indicating that there are six types
of owls in the area, so I decided to start scanning the treetops. I picked a spot,
stopped and looked up and, surprise, I saw two Bald Eagles – an adult and a
juvenile – right above me in a tree.
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Just right there |
It was one of the closest eagles sightings
I had ever had and, most definitely, the best since I got my new 150-600mm
lens. I took pictures until the juvenile (from the looks of it, this year’s
fledge) flew away.
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Really close |
Then, the adult moved to a father branch, making it difficult to see. But, I spent quite a bit of time taking pictures of these magnificent birds that were about 50 ft. or less away.
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Hiding in plain sight |
When I walked ten steps in either direction, I couldn’t see
the remaining Eagle. I wonder what made me look up at the moment I did. I also wonder -- as I often do -- what else did I miss because I didn't look the right way at the right time.
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Dinner and drinks |
After the hike, I cleaned up and we went out to dinner at Ruttger's Birchmont Lodge;
The Lodge is a really old-school-looking resort on the lake's edge. The weather was perfect for al fresco dining, so we sat on the patio looking at the lake.
Kids were playing in the water on a cool-looking inflatable climbing wall, multi-generational families were dining together leading me to believe that they had been coming there for multiple generations and the place had a very congenial, life-is-good feel.
The weather was perfect for al fresco dining, so we sat on the patio looking at the lake.
The menu had a history of the resort on it. The resort started as a simple fish camp 115 years ago and grew over the years. The owners also have resorts in Florida.
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A nice evening; Photos by Scott Stevens |
We both ordered pan-fried walleye, fresh green beans and wild rice, 'cause that's what you do in Minnesota.
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