While packing up for the cottage, the neighbourhood Carolina Wren was singing up a storm in the back yard. I went around and played the song once. The wren went crazy, so I snapped one photo and left him alone.
At the cottage, at Grand Lac des Cèdres, Barbara spotted a hawk perched above our feeders. It was partially obscured, but it looks like a juvenile Red-shouldered Hawk. I also took time out to check for the