Waking to the mournful calls of Zenaida Doves and the buzzzy trill of the Bananquits flitting amongst the leaves as the day dawned was a sharp contrast to the sounds of the circulating pump on my boiler sending hot water to the radiators in my old house in Massachusetts. After breakfast I paddled a kayak nearly a km in the West End Salt Pond in search of deep water to place the Hobo temperature/light sensor pendant loggers. The deepest I found was approximately 0.5 meter where I placed several loggers.
