After the mating season, male Mallards start to molt. They look a little sickly as little beige patches appear on their lovely green heads. I only discovered a few months ago that some birds have different breeding and non-breeding plumage. The last few weeks, I’ve been watching the male Mallards change with excited anticipation. When, when, when will I see a fully morphed male? I … Continue reading Molting male Mallards
Two weeks ago I saw my first Killdeer at the Vanier Park pond and this week I saw my first Spotted Sandpiper at Trout Lake. A single white stripe on each mostly beige wing appeared when the bird flew to the other side of the beach. Very cute. Continue reading Another shorebird
I was taking pictures of yellow water lilies on the south end of Trout Lake, when I sensed something moving near my feet. Ducklings!!! I guess people have been feeding them since they weren’t very wary of my proximity. They let me stay within two or three feet as they swam along the shore and occasionally walked onto the sand. Continue reading Mama Mallard and her six ducklings
On a grey, drizzly, late afternoon in February, I stood on the western shore of Trout Lake, watching American Wigeons swim and whistle. The light wasn’t very good but one of the ducks seemed to have an unusual head colour. I stared; it got closer. It had a light patch on top of its head but the sides of its head were red not green. I took a picture. It was fuzz-tastic. When I went back to Trout Lake a week later, in the morning sun, the unusual red head swam a little closer to shore and I took a better picture.
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Little miss Bufflehead.
Continue reading “Guest appearance: Bufflehead pair”
I usually walk to Trout Lake in the afternoon. It is a different place just after sunrise. The golden light seems to have a slight green tinge, unlike the orange hued gold of late afternoon. When I stood by the lake a few days ago, shortly after sunset, the whistling sounds of the American Wigeons danced against my ears. Yesterday morning, I was entertained by … Continue reading Last wisps of morning mist
Evening crow migration. Hundreds of crows cross the sky just east of Trout Lake, heading southeast. Continue reading Murder in the sky