The woodcock are coming north; Dinah and I have been out in the evening looking for them. Last night wasn’t too productive – I bumped one, she bumped (stopped to flush, though) a double, and we finished the night with a hard point and steady to wing on a single. Wednesday night was a lot better – we moved over a dozen birds. Regardless, it’s a great time to be in the fields, swamps and pondsides. A short list of things that caught my attention:
a raft of ring-necked ducks with a male hooded merganser tucked in the center
a trio of mallards deep in some flooded puckerbrush
pterodactyls nesting
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the wintergreen smell of birch sap
the cinderblock splash of a beaver sounding the alarm
the smell of sweet fern and the sound of gravel underfoot
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the clink-tinkle of Dinah’s bell
spring peepers starting the evening chorus
no bugs yet!
Nice shots man..i saw a beaver for the first time in my life down here in Ma today…took me bye surprise but could not have been any thing else.
Brian
Peepers, sweetfern, woodcock song– these things make me nostalgic…