Heron by the brook

A saw a belted kingfisher dive into the pond and pop out of the water. He headed for the nearest sturdy branch and proceeded to dramatically shake something in his mouth for a minute or two. It was only after zooming in on the image did I understand what he was up to.

In mid-afternoon, a black-capped night heron contemplates opportunities. He arrived unannounced and looked around for a good fifteen minutes or more, and departed.

A young duckling, perhaps a hooded merganser, cruises slowly on a Connecticut pond during a frosty Spring afternoon.

Our streams are running full despite nine degrees temperatures and a biting wind

Our first Saturday in March has twenty m.p.h. winds and a temperature of ten (F); the proverbial March lion walks among us and leaves long shadows.