Weather: On Tuesday, ample sun, a high of 41, a quick freeze in the evening.
Wednesday morning, ample sun, a quick warming.
How’s It Running? Tuesday, the sap hammered in, and buckets drip-drip-dripped. Finally!
Sap Sweetness: 2.7% Still very good.
Boiling Status: Right at it, with a sense of rhythm in the work for the first time.
Hill Report (a paraphrase of Ross’s and Christian’s remarks as delivered while rinsing and filling syrup drums last evening):
-Some bare ground.
-A lot more streams.
-A toss-up as to which is easier, snowshoeing or booting it.
-On some of the K lines where you can’t hear the brook, it sounds as though there are vacuum leak hisses in all directions. Turns out, it’s only the beech leaves rustling.
– A fisher cat is on the prowl. Ross saw it traversing Herbie, leaving a
pee trail. A fisher cat is the size of a house cat but much stouter, with a tail two-thirds the length of its body. (“Fisher cats are vicious,” says Chops. “They’ll even attack a fox.”)