I've been dreading photographing Great Meadows in November. It doesn't have the variety of life that exists in the spring and summer. It lacks the beautiful stark landscape of winter snow. It is often gray. Today, the sun was shining early which cast a pleasing light on the animals that remain.
It's almost tradition to warm up with some shots of the Canada Geese.
I mentioned the invasion of Mute Swans in my last post. There were a couple of family units in the Upper Impoundment. The juveniles are still grayish. One of the juveniles demonstrated his independence by flying to forage in a different area of the impoundment far from the others. It is amazing when the fly overhead. They are so large. Their wings make loud whooshing noises as they pass overhead.
We've all grown bored of the coots. They often don't warrant more that the casual glance, but today one of the birders spotted a smaller bird in their midst. This Ruddy Duck is a new bird for my photographic "life list". It was quite cute to watch as it repeatedly dove every few seconds. I tried repeatedly to actually catch the diving motion, but finally realized that they don't really jump up before they dive under the water. I did find it curious the way it fanned its tail feathers as it dove.
Elsewhere in the refuge things were relatively quiet. The Chickadees are out in force. I expect that I will be sharing some photos of them in the near future. This Downy Woodpecker was intensely feeding in the cattails nearby as I watched the Chickadees.
I often like unusual patterns or lights and shadows.
This bit of exposed tree trunk, looks like a medeval torture devise, not the former remnants of branches.
I was drawn to the zigzag pattern caused by the shadows of the bench back cast upon the seat