It was cool, cloudy, and breezy this morning in Estabrook Park. The sun often barely even made a bright spot in the dim grey sky, and if it had been 15°F cooler, I would have sworn that it was threatening to snow. Alas, there’s none of that in the forecast for quite a while.
A couple of rays of sunshine did sneak through, however, and one just happened to land on the wood duck drake still hanging around on the pond as it paddled over to see if I was one of the old guys that feeds the ducks there. “Sorry, Buddy, but I’m told that is just not good for you.”
One of the two hens accompanied him, probably for the same reason, and got the same answer.
Meanwhile, down on the river, no one is feeding the ducks there, that I have ever seen, so the gadwall dabbling out with the mallards should be there purely on his own volition.
As for the rest, the list of critters I had hoped to see today, but didn’t, is nearly as long as the list of critters I actually did manage to see, and none of them wanted their picture taken, either. Well, I suppose that if every day was like a visit to the zoo, it would probably just get boring, and we don’t want that, right? I still hope for better luck next time, though.
Signs of Life in Estabrook Park 