We’ve actually had some sunny days between recent showers, so we finally managed to get back to Theler Wetlands on a relatively warm day. We got a little later start than usual, though, and the birding was relatively slow. We spotted a few ducks near the shore at the beginning of the walk. They were really too far away and there were too many shadows to get really good shots, but I thought this shot of a male Green-Winged Teal was worth showing.
I missed a spectacular shot of a Great Blue Heron flying right over my head and had to settle for this shot of him after he had landed a ways away.
Luckily, I got a really nice shot of our resident Marsh Wren,
the bird that made me miss the shot of the Heron because I was focused on getting a good shot of it when the heron flew overhead. I must admit that this little guy always reminds me of a favorite poem, Hardy’s “The Darkling Thrush,” the first poem that really turned me on to poetry.
Thanks for the hint about Hardy, loved his books but never read any of his poetry. Amazing the talent that’s been killed by reviewers without one speck of the talent they are deriding or praising. Neither of which adds much to the human experience. I am reminded of Sibelius abandoning composing after a deadly review of one piece.