Back to the lake

 February is short. I'm glad.

I showed you on last week's post about Lake Tomahawk, that we had shirt sleeved weather. Then of course a new winter appeared and we were freezing and waiting for the snow on Wednesday last week. It came and stuck in the morning, but was melted by noon. More snow fell in afternoon for a bit, but it was still too warm to stick. Perhaps Thursday, but nope.

Before that, we had several days of draining of the lake. It was more than I had guessed in preparation for rain! A Facebook post said they were working on the stream that flows into the lake. It wanders through the golf course, and I've always bemoaned the various fertilizers that then drain into it. 

The Heron enjoyed some lunch as the water receded. 

And several days later when I went to pick up my lunch (Tues) the lake was a big mud flat!)

From the Lakeview Center looking toward the  dam, not much water there!

As you may remember from last week's header photo,  the lake was drained apparently in order to work on the creek that feeds it (Tomahawk Creek.) 

When is an island not an island?

I wonder if this is all they were doing on the creek.

Sharing with Wordless Wednesday

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Today's quote:

“How does peace come? Peace doesn’t come because allies agree. Allies are allies — they already agree! Peace comes when you talk to the guy you most hate. And that’s where the courage of a leader comes.” Desmond Tutu, born in Klerksdorp, South Africa, (1931-2021). 

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Today's art:

by Andrzej Berłowski.

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Speaking of critters:

The robins have attack my car this week. They flock through mainly in the mornings, eating those red berries they can't digest! Unfortunately there aren't nice bugs and worms left in our sterilized grass areas. So the undigested berries are left under all the many bare maple trees, and my car is partially under one.

Tree with red berries

The sidewalks are also scattered with the leavings, so people have to really scrape their shoes when arriving home in their apartments.

Day two of bird gifts... I decided to not deal with windshield spats so have been backing into the space.

This is now day 4, and my goal is to use these warm days to go scrub off the splats and then go through the car wash as soon as they stop! But they seem to be here for the week, and I need to do this deed and get gas by Wednesday. So I'll patiently look at the splats that happen on Tuesday (writing this then.)  But with bird flu found in wild birds in the area, I'm careful not to touch any of the crap which is even on the handle of my door. They are clever little guys. I have a love-hate relationship with them at this point.