A few minutes after I entered the woods at the beginning of the path, two large animals burst out of the undergrowth and rocketed up trees. They reached a height of about 20 feet and stopped to watch me, their weasel-like form and long tails curled around the pine boughs. It is a strange thing that Fishers would show up to me now, after having a conversation about them only a few days ago. Soon after I stopped to watch them, the individual on the left, which I assumed was an adult, climbed back down the tree it was on and disappeared into the undergrowth. I watched the one that remained. It seemed hesitant, walking back and forth on its branch. Its footing was unsure and clumsy and its paws were large. It seemed young. A Blue Jay, foraging nearby, noticed it and began to shriek. This attracted a pair of Northern Flickers which joined in the chorus. Just in case it was not coming back down the tree because of me I wished it luck and went on my way. If only the sun had been a little higher I would have gotten some decent pictures of it. But if the sun had been a little higher, they probably would not have been there. It's a cool thing seeing a new mammal.
I hiked to the base of a grassy hill at the end of the path. Last time I was here it was a great place for butterflies and dragonflies, but I think it was too early for them today. Since I missed out on photos of the Fishers, a few deer were much more obliging. There was a group of five foraging on the incline. One of them was so close to the path that I could barely fit all of it in my frame. Unlike most of the deer in the hills, they didn't spook at my first movement and allowed me to take quite a few pictures.
I continued on to Hillside pond where the mist was rising in corkscrews in the morning sun. Green Frogs and Bullfrogs were busy singing their strange chorus of low moans and sudden twangs. A few blue damselflies lazily hovered along the edges.
On Buck there were a few odd visitors in the flycatcher family: an Eastern Phoebe and an Eastern Wood Pewee, same as last time. Also, an Eastern Kingbird, a first for me on the hill. It seemed to stop by for only a few minutes. It was moving north to south. I had my first definite confirmation for the year that some of the Prairie Warblers were successful in their breeding attempts. I observed a juvenile begging and being fed my an adult male.