Walking down the Dike Path, I realized that 1/2 of the cars must belong to photographers and they were all focused on something down by the river. With my luck, if I rushed down there, I would probably "just miss" whatever was there. Instead I took my time getting there. Because I did, I was treated to a pair of Wood Ducks flying by, in great light. Thankfully, I had checked all my camera settings upon exiting the car. The result is one of my best Wood Duck photos to date.
A skittish Great Blue Heron took off from the reeds when he saw us. Another decided the fishing must be better across the path. We were stalking our prey (photographically speaking), trying to get some good photos of the heron amongst the brush. In the distance, I spied another sign of spring. Alan has returned from his southern migration and had his cart out, beginning to pick up some of the litter that had accumulated over the winter.