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As a history buff, living in Frankfort has proved greatly rewarding. The town abounds with evidence of its past, from the 20th century back to the 18th century.

A brief section in the book, “The History of Frankfort, Maine, 1774-1976,” updated in 2019, has the following exciting description of Native American activity: “The Native Americans pitched their tents on both sides of the Catamawawa (now Marsh Stream) up to flat rock falls, where the hunting and fishing was excellent. On the left side of the stream was a large pottery yard where the squaws molded their dishes out of clay and baked them. A few whole dishes and many pieces have been found on the hill where the Catholic church was built.”

Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from exploring this section of river in just a few weeks when the water goes down and outdoor temperatures go up.

Note that the above-mentioned place is only one of many historic sites in Frankfort.

Under the feeder

The usual retinue of songbirds pays daily homage to my suet and black-oil sunflower seed feeders each morning. I’m waiting for the goldfinches to begin showing signs of their bright, mating season plumage. It shouldn’t be long.

One new species I first observed last Thursday was a turkey vulture. In fact, I saw a number of the huge, eagle-like birds lazily soaring on the rising thermals. These newly arrived migrants follow the retreating snowpack north in search of newly exposed road-killed animals.

Perchin’ prediction

In another first, dandelions were ready to pick last Friday. These tasty morsels complemented the meal of fresh-caught brook trout that I managed to coax out of a nearby stream.

While most of the action now is limited to the smaller brooks and streams, soon, larger rivers will see fishable water levels and salmon and trout will begin to bite in local ponds. It’s all up to the weather. If warm conditions continue, fast action is right around the corner.

Public events

Soon, the Frankfort Congregational Church will begin hosting its much-anticipated annual events. These include a yard sale, a plant sale and a series of takeout turkey dinners. These are just around the corner and I’ll keep you posted in this column as per times and dates.

Speaking of church, the annual Easter sunrise service overlooking Mendall Marsh came off without a hitch, with one, small exception. The temperature was 21 degrees. That was the coldest sunrise service I’ve ever participated in. The cold might not have affected me as badly as it did had I not played “Amazing Grace” on the Irish metal. My fingers nearly froze to the metal barrel of the whistle. The tune came out fine despite near-frozen digits.

Weekly quote

“Soon o’er our heads blithe April airs shall sing;

A thousand wild flowers round them shall unfold,

The green buds glisten in the dews of spring,

And all the vernal rapture as of old.” — J. Keble