Friday night, once again, cars started arriving before dinner. We knew something was up when some pickups towing flood lights arrived.
Cub Scout camp! There seemed to be more adults than boys. And believe it or not a goat, or maybe a lamb. We could only hear it bleating. We really hoped it was a mascot or some such thing, not what was needed to acquire their butchering/cooking badge! Funny though, there was no more bleating later in the evening.
|Floodlights over campout.|
|The old guy to the right must have been a really Wild Turkey, he's lost some tail feathers.|
|Wow, what a shot. Herons keeping watch.|
|Look closely, there are at least 25 herons in this tree. We counted them when they flew. The next tree had only two in it?|