My favorite water birds by far are loons. Hearing their haunting calls on a mountain lake is something I look forward to on each camping trip. Well, camping season is short lived, so when not in the mountains, I've come to appreciate the local feathered population. There are many that I've observed and still do not know their names and there are many that I've heard and still do not know their calls to ID them. Nonetheless, it has come to be a regular part of my outings to pay attention to the swimmers and tweeters.
During my trip to Elk Island yesterday, I was witness to a couple of crows raiding a blackbird nest. Each one had an egg in their beak. The parent blackbirds fought hard to keep the crows at bay.
The goslings at the park have started feeding in the water. It has been fun to watch them grow. Some are beginning to grow their feathers.
This morning not one but two blue herons flew over the road in front of my vehicle. I was in no position to take a photograph but if I could have, I would not have needed a zoom lens. What beautiful, graceful birds.
There have been many occasions that binoculars would have come in handy and I didn't have them along. They now have a home in one pocket of my camera bag.
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