Christmas greetings from the woods

In a corner of the bog, a small berry hangs near stumps sporting evidence of beaver scrapes.

A black capped chickadee is caught dancing for an impromptu audience


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.

On a quiet afternoon at the no-name pond, a hooded merganser swims slowly along. The exposed shoreline is a visible result of the summer drought.