An unruly flight of wood ducks repeatedly cruised over the bog this afternoon. Perhaps they were dismayed by the remaining snow and ice. Didn’t they enjoy the 60F temperature? Maybe these boys of Spring were looking for some ladies?
bogs
Lonely tree trunks along the edge
Tree stumps and long shadows on a winter’s day along the edge of the bog
Winter moss
On the edge of the bog created by a gang of beavers years ago, there are mostly dead trees supporting the full range of life.
Work in progress
A project started last summer out along the far bog sits idle on a mid-January day in central Maine.
Sunday at the bog
In a corner of the bog, a small berry hangs near stumps sporting evidence of beaver scrapes.
Wood duck in the bog
We approached the bog and the ducks flew away. I wandered along the bank and waited twenty minutes for something to happen. Just before I turned to leave, this male wood duck flew in for a landing 10 yards away.
Fall impressions from the bog
A partly cloudy end to the day was brighter for a second on the beaver bog
Sparrow tree stand
A swamp sparrow (most likely) ventures along the edge of the far bog during our Saturday mid-afternoon patrol.
Fallish on the bog
Early October on the bog is turning the leaves.
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.
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