Day trip season has returned to southern Ontario!One day last week, Frank, his son #1 and I went fishing at a spot we tend to frequent each spring. We packed the car around noon and soon found ourselves on this lovely, hilly stretch of country road.I wrote about our visit there last year and how we caught a few fish for the then-pregnant feral cat who lives at the mill. We were quite relieved to see that she had survived yet another winter and seemed to remember us from previous years. Frank has been fishing for her every year for a long time now. She was much less reserved than usual - probably more hungry, too (she looked skinny to me) - and had a few things to tell us as she approached. She stayed just out of reach, but close enough to encourage us to toss some fish her way. The appropriate meal-sized chub which were so plentiful last year, were playing hard to get this spring, and as luck would have it, the kitty ended up with a decent-sized trout, which was injured in the catch and therefore unable to be released. She was quite happy with that.She's a sweet girl, isn't she?The mill, which is now for sale, has been shut down for longer than I've been going there, and has fallen into quite a state of disrepair. But I find its dilapidated rustic setting quite charming. Here's a peek inside one of the front windows.And here's one, out back close to where we fed the kitty.Sometime before our visit, an angler must have quenched his thirst with a cold beer. He left this bottle cap behind. I wonder if he fed our furry friend, too?After the feline's belly was full, we moved on to another fishing spot. I opted to leave the line-wetting to Frank and his son, and took a walk to snap some more photos instead. I'll share those with you next time.
