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The eldest son and I were fishing on Swofford Pond Saturday, June 4, sitting out near the middle of the pond when a Bald Eagle suddenly came out from behind the stand of trees to the south and dove down toward the water. He was on a mission.

I couldn’t see what he was after, it’s just a black blur on the screen, sitting on top of the water.

But no sooner had the Eagle set his talons after the object of his desire, than he also found he was being followed by a pair of Red-winged Blackbirds on a mission.

The first blackbird starts to close in, and …

Red-winged blackbirds are agile wingmen. I’ve seen them be to get into places at my feeders made only for the smaller birds to fit into. They are able to land on a swaying cattail with accuracy usually reserved for the most agile of tiny fliers. Very impressive birds.

As the lead blackbird closes the gap, the backup blackbird turns back for home …

That’s one gutsy blackbird, making an inverted hit so near the eagle’s talons.

“Get on outta here!”

“And stay out!”

“Well … THAT was embarrassing.”

It’s always a good day on Swofford (that’s Mt. Rainier in the back).


I’ve mentioned before that Swofford Pond is my favorite place to hang out (other than my own backyard, of course). This series of photos makes it easy to see why.

We were looking for bass along the shoreline, pitching lures into the edges. The constant,  sometimes irritating and always changing song (with seeming endless variety) of the Marsh Wren captured my attention on this day.

It’s the Marsh Wren male that builds the nests, several of them, hoping to capture the attention of several Marsh Wren ladies. It is said that when the female comes into his territory, he takes her on a tour of the nests he has built, hoping she’ll choose one of them and stay.

Here you see the Marsh Wren gathering cattail fluff.

The Marsh Wren is so quick — constantly on the move, flitting about — that it’s hard to get a good focus on him. I’m just grateful to get any kind of image at all of this elusive little tweeter.


My oldest boy and I traveled over to Swofford Pond yesterday for a little bass fishing in the weeds along the eastern shore in his aluminum boat.

Outside of my own backyard, Swofford is my favorite place to be in all of Lewis County. Peace is pervasive there (yes, capital “P” kinda Peace), it invades every molecule of my being as I sit on or beside those waters.

Not even the sounds of a loud, large family on the other shore could break the peace of the pond. Filtered through the air over the water, heavy with the pulsating breath and life underwater and overhead, the sounds drifted to my ears as a Symphony of Joy and Celebration, the perfect accompaniment to a perfect day spent in the worship of the God of Peace.

Besides, even on a bad day of fishing, that pond is sure to give you a reason to grin like a happy goon. (See below.)

When I got tired of casting I rigged up a bobber and worm and then hauled out my camera to focus on the even smaller aquatic life forms while Stosh skippped through the lily pads with a frog lure. He didn’t catch a bass with the lure, but he DID lure this guy out of the weeds …

The blob of yellow on a swivel is the frog lure. I thought at first that the lure perhaps brought out a romantic side in the frog.

But then I saw that he wasn’t trying to get romantic with the lure. He was trying to eat it.

P.S. No frogs were hurt in the taking of this series of photographs … although my son did get a little irritated at me asking him to cast and drag through the weeds for a good half hour. 😛