At the beginning of summer, at dusk, the cries of the bullfrogs, deep and hoarse, rise in the heart and make one shudder with intensity. In summer, the Blue Jay with its distinct plumage darts from one side of the garden to the other. In the lake, lounging on the edge of the lake an otter lounging in the water. The beaver leaves its traces in these clean-cut shrubs. What tool does he have?? Facing the lampreys, you might think of leeches, but they are not. But we must rejoice at their presence which testifies to the purity of the water. In the evening, this howl is not that of a wolf, but only the cry of the loons established on the lake and returning from summer to summer. A few migratory ducks sometimes come to land before leaving.