Oh yes, the lakes here are lovely. There are five, all within a five to ten minute walk of the house. The largest one is Rooke Lake – it’s the one with the beach, the boats, and the beavers. In winter, I can see it from the living room windows.
There are three more ponds, one of which is visible from the house. It’s right across from the bird observatory building where I work. The lake I posted yesterday is just across the road.
What is not so lovely is that, as I write this post now, one of the park rangers is checking these lovely ponds for his heinious traps – and there’s not a thing I can do about it, since this isn’t my land and he has permission to trap here.
A few people hunt this property privately, and they are responsible hunters. They use the meat, they hunt respectfully. It’s not my favorite thing either, but I am more tolerant and understanding of that than trapping. I have ZERO tolerance for trapping, because it is totally unecessary, totally inhumane, and totally a coward’s sport. At least a hunter must watch his kill die, and witness the outcome of his/her actions. A trapper sets the trap and goes home to his television, while his ‘prey’ panics and drowns in pain and fear. The hunter just has to come back and collect a corpse. He doesn’t use the meat, just collects a few dollars for a pelt. Nice sport.
So all I can do is send ‘good’ vibes to the water critters around here, and hope that I never find one still alive in a trap, because I’d probably have to do something illegal (you can’t mess with someone’s licensed traps).
I think it’s time for another walk.