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.
Our backwoods have a healthy distribution of beech trees (I used to think these were aspen trees) that keep their leaves as long as possible. On cloudy days they brighten our walks and talk to us on quiet days as the winds wrestle with their leaves.
A busy route along the snow machine trail in our back woods reveals the passage of turkeys (usually a dozen or more at a time), deer, and a curious one which could be dog, fox, or what?
Tree stumps and long shadows on a winter’s day along the edge of the bog
john's f-stop 