Walkies, frogpond, Crete

I haven't done walkies with Cinnamon in awhile. Cinnamon was out, and wouldn't come in. I thought I'd take him down to the forest, and wear him out. These days he is content to sit on the front deck and refuses to come in, just watching the yard. His sister is a different story.

As we approached The Point, a piece of land that juts into the wetland, I could hear what I think was a deer. That's why Cinnamon sat and stared. 

The swamp is slowly drying up from the spring thaw. Here is the water at the dock. It's not deep, but enough for the critters. The second photo, below, shows the path through the wetland that the critters take.

The foliage is so rich and green. The bird songs lovely.

As I finished up at the trailcam, I realized I'd lost Cinnamon by that point. I found a doe. I think the deerflies drove Cinn back to the house. 

Clover, the doe, and the frogpond.

doe & frogpond from Jennifer Jilks on Vimeo.

I finally found Maple, the tree frog, she's been hiding under the goldfish plant.

Onward to Crete

Meanwhile, I know some of us are living vicariously through our intrepid travelers, they took the overnight ferry from Athens, Piraeus port to Heraklion. You can see the ship in the harbour.

It is a huge ship. Sadly, the pool wasn't open. That, in the 35˚ C. heat, was going to be amazing.

They arrived at dawn, to the island of Crete.