We went over to camp to day — sunny and in the high thirties, no wind, quiet lovely. Perfectly silent except for the faint sounds of the ice cracking and several loud booms that made me think of summer thunder, but not quite. Two people whizzed past on ice skates, going incredibly fast. It looked like such fun. The ice is clear of snow now.
And I was thrilled to hear the peregrine falcons! I caught a glimpse of one of them disappearing around the cliff to their nest site. I don’t know if they’ve wintered here or just arrived. It must seem like a different world for them in the winter with the water frozen and their number one fan not sitting on the point or on the deck watching them.
