It took patience but I finally trained the turtles to go back to the lake. Grilled brats last night as the wind chimes sang in the chilly breeze. It was just cool enough to slow things down. The fly beside me was reduced to walking along the brick wall. Above my head a pair of blue jays raised a ruckus for a while. Who knows what about. Then flew. To turn on my grill I had to persuade a mother spider protecting her egg sac that I meant no harm. Earlier in the day I stopped my car and took pictures of the wild turkeys that have become so much at home around here. A quiet day at peace around Goose Lake.