I've spent 3 afternoons of the past week + 1 today -
cutting in a trail on a new Land Trust piece of property. This will connect with a 200 year old section of an "INDIAN TRAIL" that was part of a native Americans east coast trading route - and a newer loop section that runs along a local pond. The trail I am starting on will be a complete loop incorporating just a short section of the LT and then with a spur connecting with the pond trail. The new trail will also tie into an existing Land Trust trail across a salt water marsh. All this will allow for multiple hours of diverse condition hiking through very lovely deciduous, conifer and grassy marsh land also including some of Maine's rock strewn terrain. Lots of deer, fox, turkeys, squirrels and other fauna - has even been a moose visit up in there occasionally in the past.
NO PHOTOS of the new trail as the result of talking trail photos on cloudy days in dense woods is less than satisfying but I will take some as the work proceeds.
HOWEVER - yesterday morning as I was at my truck getting my tools together to start my work I had some bold visitors who were most curious as to what I was up to and determined to let me know that I was on their turf. It was SUCH A SURPRISE.

So I share.
I SAW A FLOCK across the road as I drove up. Once I parked and stepped out of the truck, most of the dozen birds crossed the road and walked up into the woods that I would soon be entering
BUT these 2 came to inspect ~
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I hesitated to pull out my camera but as it looked like they weren't in a hurry to leave I had time and my activity did not deter them.
Then began the strutting and posturing. The dominant TOM was intent on showing me that he was boss.
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They both circled each other repeatedly and the big TOM was spinning and marching and gobbling the entire time.
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He showed me ALL his glory ~
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They truly are impressive birds.
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Finally I said to the boys that I had worked to do and couldn't stand around all morning chatting and showing off.

I shouldered my pack and picked up my tools and headed up the trail.
MUCH TO MY SURPRISE they followed me.

Shortly up the trail I had to stop to improve a short section. Once I actually started sawing and raking they both got bored and I think big TOM realized that I was not at all interested in his girls or otherwise a threat. He had made his point.

And so we went our separate ways...
SORRY GANG - no knife content in this one. First it never occurred to me.

Secondly - I had a sense that these weren't in the same frame of mind as
CelloDan
's chickadees. TOM and I might have tangled if I had placed a puukko in his face.
Maybe more later...