birds
Solitary waxwing
Walking along the far bog awhile ago I found a different visitor than I am used to seeing. With some research, I now know I have my first image of a cedar waxwing.
Another look
Another look at my bog walk escort last weekend.
Humming along the bog
On our visit to the far bog at mid-day, we were surprised by a pair of humming birds joining us on our walk.
Egretful sight
From a Connecticut sea-side marsh.
Torpedo bomber at ten o’clock!
The early morning light catches the mother osprey squawking and carrying a big stick over my head last week.
Osprey on offense
The mother osprey returns with a branch after her initial passes over my head (see my earlier post) . Before putting the branch into her nest as shown here, she flew over me several times. I wasn’t sure if she was going to drop it on me or whack me with it.
Osprey on defense
As I approached an osprey nest with a mom and two chicks, she leaped out of the nest and came rushing toward me to check me out.
Maybe a warbler
From the recent visit to the farthest bog where the beavers swim we caught this warbler, or something else, on the trail.
Grackle by the bog
Over by the bog near the beaver’s den we found this grackle-we-think. The bird is wandering along the trail now covered by water backed up by beaver damming.
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