I had to take the day from work to take my wife to the doctor. It was an unseasonably warm and rainy night. When I awoke the rain had stopped and the sun was fighting its way through the clouds. I jumped up, dressed quickly and headed out the door with camera, binoculars and scope.
What a glorious morning it is! Now, at 10:00 I’m back and it’s sunny and 65.
I started by scoping Morse Reservoir. There wasn’t much to see. The warm weather brought strong winds from the south. I spotted a raft of small divers — probably the redheads and goldeneyes I saw earlier this week. The wind was shaking the scope and the birds were bouncing in the waves. Before long they rounded a point seeking shelter in a cove.
There was tthe usual regiment of Canada geese guarding the top of the dam.
I did manage to get a poorly lit shot of the hybrid mallard that I wrote about earlier.
I moved on to Blatchley Nature Club. I didn’t expect to see much activity (I didn’t) but it was really great to spend some time listening to bird calls while sitting in warm sunshine. I shot a few frames of moss, rocks and interesting things.
On my way to the car I spotted a forgotten trailhead. It leads to a small triangle of land in the bend of a small creek. It’s not on my usual routes. I’m not sure why but I decided to explore. A few hundred yards in I came across a beautiful patch of white flowers — the first flowers of the season. The air was filled with their subtle scent. What a perfect end to a great morning.
I don’t know wildflowers like my daughter, Phoebe, the 4H wildflower champion. I can’t wait until I can get an identification from her.