Our weather man reminded us that we should be seeing snow within the next six weeks. The leaves are starting to turn, and the nights are cool, but I am not ready for snow. I love fall and want it to fill three full months. The birds are leaving quickly. I have been to the swamp three times in hopes of seeing more migrating species. Our evenings are short, and I am lucky to have thirty minutes of good light after dinner, even if I don't do the dishes right away.
The GBHs will leave too, but right now the fishing is good. This one blended right in with the stumps and was much harder to see than the herons on the river.
No wonder I never found a Green Heron all summer. They were behind the trees peeking out at me.
The multitudes of Mallards distract me from other less sociable birds. But they have their own charms and our children loved their antics when they were youngsters. This pair did a synchronized routine for several minutes. My first home visit is at 9:15 AM today. That gives me and hour to explore the swamp again now that it is light.