My goal was to post to this blog every week or two, but somehow it's been a month (the shortest month) since I've added anything. Jen just gave me a thumb drive of photos, so I'm just going to put then up randomly.
This is a snag on the point across Sadie Creek from the lodge. A definite eagle hang out!
Here's the same point under the snag.
And the same eagle who just grabbed a piece of freezer-burned hamburger off the dock, dropped it in the water, and then circled around and picked it up again before it sank out of reach.
Some mergansers cruising by.
Shoveling snow on a warm morning.
Jen shot me from the bedroom window (upstairs).
We've had a lot of very cold weather in February (lows in the low teens, highs around 20) which causes ice to form around the edge of the bay. It also caused our running water in the lodge to freeze up as well as the drains. (They're still frozen)
This is what happens to a hot air popper if somebody leaves it on too long while they're watching American Idol.
This is how you fix the melted top of a hot air popper if you're living in the wilderness and don't have access to a hardware store or Costco. We are actually using the melted base with a modified plastic oil container screwed onto it and a baseball cap to deflect popcorn into the bowl. There's a quality control inspector keeping an eye on things on the left side of the popper.
We snowshoed up to Baranof Lake (just to the left of the tracks) on one of the many cold, clear days we've had.
Here's the view of Warm Springs Bay, Chatham Strait, and Admiralty Island from an overview above Baranof Lake. I know you've seen it before, but we never get tired of it!
A snowshoer and a snowshoer supervisor.
Feral enjoying some sunshine on the deck.
And since she's on the deck, she'll also enjoy a little lick of bacon grease.
We have a ramp to bring the snowblower up to the deck, but it's a pretty tight turn at the top.
We're out in the skiff on our way to shovel off the remote floathouse.
Schooner Cove, where the floathouse is anchored was all iced in.
We backed out once, then decided we could make it if we went slowly.
It was at about this point that Feral decided she could make better time jumping out of the skiff and running on the ice. She did just that, and the ice was too thin for us to chase her on foot. If you look at the upper lefthand corner you'll see a small area of open water. She made a beeline in that direction and it was there that she fell through thin ice into the water. What seemed like an hour actually took about a minute of maneuvering the skiff to get to her while she flailed and splashed, grabbing at ice that wouldn't support her weight....Jen is going to give you full details in a separate post--see "Feral Bueller's Ice Capades".
On our way back to the lodge to warm up a wet, cold cat!
This looks like a female goldeneye doing an "eskimo roll".
A sparkling surf scoter.
A red squirrel with a spruce cone from his cache.
What's left of the cone after the squirrel has peeled it and eaten the seeds.
This is the squirrel scolding Jen for getting too close!
Kayaking on a calm day.
Ice forming in the bay in front of the lodge.
This is a snag on the point across Sadie Creek from the lodge. A definite eagle hang out!
Here's the same point under the snag.
And the same eagle who just grabbed a piece of freezer-burned hamburger off the dock, dropped it in the water, and then circled around and picked it up again before it sank out of reach.
Some mergansers cruising by. 
Shoveling snow on a warm morning.
Jen shot me from the bedroom window (upstairs).
We've had a lot of very cold weather in February (lows in the low teens, highs around 20) which causes ice to form around the edge of the bay. It also caused our running water in the lodge to freeze up as well as the drains. (They're still frozen)
This is what happens to a hot air popper if somebody leaves it on too long while they're watching American Idol.
This is how you fix the melted top of a hot air popper if you're living in the wilderness and don't have access to a hardware store or Costco. We are actually using the melted base with a modified plastic oil container screwed onto it and a baseball cap to deflect popcorn into the bowl. There's a quality control inspector keeping an eye on things on the left side of the popper. 
We snowshoed up to Baranof Lake (just to the left of the tracks) on one of the many cold, clear days we've had.
Here's the view of Warm Springs Bay, Chatham Strait, and Admiralty Island from an overview above Baranof Lake. I know you've seen it before, but we never get tired of it!
A snowshoer and a snowshoer supervisor.
Feral enjoying some sunshine on the deck.
And since she's on the deck, she'll also enjoy a little lick of bacon grease.
We have a ramp to bring the snowblower up to the deck, but it's a pretty tight turn at the top.
We're out in the skiff on our way to shovel off the remote floathouse.
Schooner Cove, where the floathouse is anchored was all iced in.
We backed out once, then decided we could make it if we went slowly.
It was at about this point that Feral decided she could make better time jumping out of the skiff and running on the ice. She did just that, and the ice was too thin for us to chase her on foot. If you look at the upper lefthand corner you'll see a small area of open water. She made a beeline in that direction and it was there that she fell through thin ice into the water. What seemed like an hour actually took about a minute of maneuvering the skiff to get to her while she flailed and splashed, grabbing at ice that wouldn't support her weight....Jen is going to give you full details in a separate post--see "Feral Bueller's Ice Capades".
On our way back to the lodge to warm up a wet, cold cat!
This looks like a female goldeneye doing an "eskimo roll". 
A sparkling surf scoter.
A red squirrel with a spruce cone from his cache.
What's left of the cone after the squirrel has peeled it and eaten the seeds.
This is the squirrel scolding Jen for getting too close!
Kayaking on a calm day. 
Ice forming in the bay in front of the lodge.
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