The pea soup continued this morning, but I needed a walk anyway, so into Estabrook Park I went. I could see at least a bit of one owl on the island, I believe, and an eagle stopped by to perch above the far shore for a bit, but neither made good pictures in this weather. Instead, here’s our male belted kingfisher who was kind enough to perch above the near shore.
At the pond, the closest thing to a surprise these days is a glimpse of our resident catbird, and here it is almost hiding behind some sticks.
With no river ice, and even the pond ice melted, our more exotic winter visitors are staying up north, but I’m heading to Connecticut tomorrow, so maybe I’ll find something there new and interesting to show you.
Signs of Life in Estabrook Park 