I could list all my excuses, but what it boils down to is that I just have a hard time coming inside, sitting down, and working at a desk when the migrating waterfowl are here.
Up way before dawn so I can be in place in a oit or blind when the sun comes up and the birds make their morning lift off from the water - days that last until the last dying light when the birds return from feeding to settle in for the night. Miles rack up on my tires running on the flyway highway, and my boot leather is burning from wandering the fields, sloughs, rivers, and strip pits in search of more birds.
Like every waterfowl season I am amassing embarrasingly large collections of images - as my friend once remarked - "Exactly how many snow goose pictures do you need?" Well, as many as the hard drives can hold I reckon.
Without further rambling - here are a few images from my travels -
|Morning lift off with the snow geese|
|birds, birds, and more birds - leaving the water to feed in the pre dawn pink|
|Trumpeter Swans that winter in our neighborhood|
|Big fat banded Canada geese|
|and ducks.. of course ducks......|
|Later gators! I've got birds to chase this morning!|