Outpost Caretakers Week 31 ~ Re-FreshedApril 13, 2012 | 1112 Views
We had the Easter Bunny, of sorts, visit us this past holiday weekend. He left behind eggs although they weren’t of the chocolate variety. We didn’t mind, in fact we were quite ecstatic with plain old regular chicken eggs. This particular Easter Bunny also left behind lots of ‘rabbit food’, lettuce, carrots, celery, cucumbers, apples, oranges and bananas to name just a few. It was my first Easter ever that I didn’t miss the chocolate and instead indulged in a super sized BLT.
Our request for a possible ‘food drop’ for those who are wondering what they heck I’m talking about started when I began reading ‘The Hunger Games’ this past weekend and couldn’t stop until I had devoured all 3 books in the trilogy – back to the food. There were no planes heading down our way… “I’ll see what we can do”, was the message from Ken. As luck would have it a new employee was heading over to the Clubhouse from Masset with one of their boats so he could pick up our grocery order, pick up Roger at the Clubhouse and weather permitting make a run to the Outpost. Sounded iffy to me. One look out the window Friday morning and I was pretty sure the game was on. An email confirmed just that with a ETA around noon.
The weather and seas being so co-operative Roger and Beau felt they could spend an hour or so before having to head back, which was nice for us. Roger has been with WCFC for quite a few years now and we met him last year, so we had some catching up and gossiping to do.
Time to suit up and make the 40 mile trip back to the Clubhouse.
We spotted our first hummingbird of the season. I wasted no time in mixing up a batch of sugar water and hung the new feeder that I brought in this year. As far as I can tell there’s only 1 but there must be more, right?
Now you see it….
Now you don’t. It’s been a week of highs and lows.
Another first……2 eagles.
I’m not the only one never to pass up an opportunity to lay in the sun.
A quiet evening at the Outpost.
The Outpost Caretakers