Arriving a half an hour after the Sage Thrasher flew off, and spending 3 fruitless hours hoping for a Christmas Eve gift to reappear, we were rewarded with seeing a mother bobcat lead her 3 kittens across the ice. They came out of the phragmites onto the ice. The kittens began to rough-house until Mom gave them a stern stare. After that they walked single file across the ice and out of view. Not a bad consolation prize!
Rich Frechette
Frances Doyle
Scott Spangenberg
