A Great Egret wades in the solitude of Ottawa National Wildlife Refuge.
Bald Eagles soaring at Magee Marsh along Lake Erie.
I have a long standing fascination of the American Avocet. Much of it stems from the twenty or so years it took me to see an avocet in person. Still today, the upturned bill and seasonal color variations stir interest in the bird.
The deceptive personality of the American Avocet is also intriguing. Tall and slender, the avocet seems like a mild mannered ave. Yet it will strike at predators, challenging hawks and corvids alike.
The American Avocet also at times employs an interesting defensive technique. It will gradually change pitch in a series of calls to hamper the ability of predators to zone in on it’s location.
These adult Trumpeter Swans and cygnet were photographed at Ottawa National Wildlife Refuge in October of 2017.
Just as the sudden appearance of American Robins is a sure sign of Spring, so their abrupt disappearance quietly heralds Fall. There are mid-winter days when I hike local wood lots and stands of trees, looking for loose flocks of wintering Robins. I watch them, muddy ice caked on my boots, until I’m reassured of Spring’s return.
Orange Sulphur Butterflies congregated on our gravel lane.
Muse with me for a moment.
In the early 1800s, Easterners in America were told stories about the “Great American Desert” west of the Mississippi River. What are today Oklahoma, Kansas and Nebraska were described as forsaken, desolate areas unfit for cultivation or civilization.
I’m wondering if the images conjured in the minds of Easterners fit these photographs of the Little Salt Marsh at Quivira National Wildlife Refuge.
My earlier posts about Quivira (landscapes and birds) gives the opposite impression of this unique area of central Kansas. It turns out the Little Salt Marsh was “under repair.” This meant draining much of the marsh, hence the drought-like landscapes. As seen below, there were interesting “drought resistant” plants.
I would like to return to Quivira when the Little Salt Marsh is again filled with (salt) water.
Photographs taken in the Clear Fork of the Mohican River in central Ohio.