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.
maine woods
Turkeys on the meadow
Autumn drifting
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.
Golden maple leaved
Fall impressions from the bog
A partly cloudy end to the day was brighter for a second on the beaver bog
Meandering ducks
In an inlet on a nearby lake, I usually find a flotilla of ducks. As we approach, they sometimes fly away in a rush. At other times, the will just mosey out of the inlet as we come closer, as shown above.
A chickadee in the grass
Catching the turning of the leaves
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.
