Finally, it felt like an actual summer day.

At eight in the morning it was already pushing 20C, the sun was shining sweetly and I could clearly hear the sounds of ducks on the pond in front of me. There was only just the slightest breeze and it carried the scents of clover and the sage that had been crushed underneath my tires.

There had been flocks of sparrows on the fencelines heading out here and now, in addition to the ducks, there were marsh wrens and yellowthroats among the reeds by the pond, cedar waxwings and kingbirds among the willows, big spiders on webs in the hawkweed.

What a glorious day to be out on the prairie!

The shoreline here at McGregor Lake, this manmade oasis, was higher than the last time I’d been here. The sandy beach I’d poked around on before was now mostly w

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