Lake Rodney the lake and my dreams

It would be a while yet before the sun set, though it had begun its slow descent toward the horizon, its warm glare burnishing the caldera’s western slope. Towhee’s eyes narrowed against it as she finished a rather routine circuit. She was eager to call it a wrap, grab a bite to eat and head back to the Hobbit Hole. The pups’ eyes would open any day now and she didn’t want to miss it.

But she couldn’t ignore the figure she saw lurking in the shallows of Lake Rodney over yonder. Well aware that he wasn’t technically infringing on the Redhawks’ claim, the overly protective elder still wanted to discourage lurkers. She strode straight toward the lakeshore, eyes even more squinted as her tail swept upward in a rigid hook over the slope of her aging spine.

She ground to a halt inches from the water, blunt claws digging into the soft silt underfoot as Towhee said, Hey there, will you do me a favor?