The Loons come through for only a couple of days each Spring and Fall. To be there on that day... To hear their song floating on the grey shadows of dusk....
The old man of the inlet... Old Lonesome Pete.
And the winter ducks, in contrasting colors. The Yen and Yang of duckdom...
Of course, the Gulls are always there....
"Mine Mine Mine Mine" (Finding Nemo)
I missed the Bald Eagle as he flew over to settle in a tree top just out of range of the camera. But I did catch Lonesome Pete as he flew off low across the water. Good night, Pete!
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