Let’s cut straight to the chase. The goslings on the river appeared hale and hearty this morning. In fact, they had swum across the channel, and I found them foraging for breakfast on the mainland.

It was fascinating for me to see how much they attracted other, adult geese. There were at least three other pairs of geese hovering around, and Dad had to chase away someone who got too close on more than one occasion, and it was never me. After a bit, Mom and Dad escorted the little ones back across the channel to the island, perhaps for a well-deserved nap.

While I was there, trying to get the pictures above, I couldn’t help but notice a whole raft of blue-winged teals just off the northern tip of the island. I’ve never seen so many at once before, and they seemed surprisingly undisturbed by me. I counted 17 in all, but this image is the prettiest. I was torn between taking picture of the goslings vs the teals.

On top of all that, there was a new bird on the river, at least to me. This time, it’s a solitary sandpiper (Tringa solitaria), and yes, “solitary” really is part of its name. For comparison, here’s the best image I have of the juvenile spotted sandpiper from last summer, and the killdeer from last week.

There were tree swallows hunting insects over the river, and they seemed to be coming and going from one tree on the other bank, but I couldn’t get a picture to save my life. Instead, I was treated to a different little hunting party, two pair of wood ducks and a pair of teals slowly steaming upriver and munching something off the top of the water as they went.

I had no idea that teals were so clearly smaller than wood ducks, which are themselves diminutive compared to mallards. What will they think of next?

I stopped by the pond, twice, to check on our geese there, and both moms were still safely on their nests, but there was no hatching yet. Same goes for our two robins. As I reluctantly headed home, I did spot this little bit of evidence that we can hope signals a successful hatching somewhere.

Finally, there is yet another mushroom up in the park, and I have no idea what it is.

Another cool and breezy morning in April. Who could have guessed? At least it’s not raining and the sun was even trying to come out.

My first greeter in the park was this chipper little goldfinch in nearly full breading plumage and doing his best to make sure everyone knows about it..

I stopped by the pond, of course, to check on our two soon-to-be mother geese, which were just fine, counted 7 wood ducks, and helped this little guy out of a predicament and back into the open water. It sure looks like one of the bullheads we saw schooling last summer, but now 3 times bigger. Yay!

Next, I headed to the river, for the morning robin egg check. The first nest I visited, the southern of the two, is usually unattended when I arrive, so I can snap a quick picture with my phone, but by the time I look down the river with my binoculars and turn to look again, mom is always back on the job. Meanwhile, the other nest, a bit to the north, is just about always attended. Different strokes, I guess.

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Further north, I checked for the owl again, but no luck today, so I continued on to the northern island to see if maybe the shoveler was back, but also no luck. Since the river is so low, there’s a shoal of rocks mostly exposed now, where we saw the teals just last Friday, and the thought occurred to me that I could probably walk pretty far out into the river and still keep my feet dry.

Well, there was no one around to tell me not to, so out on the river I went, and I did finally spot a pair of teals, maybe our muckers from yesterday.

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Then I turned to face south, for a look at that southern island from a new direction, and would you even believe what I saw!

That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got goslings, and my bet is that they are not yet 24 hours old. So I hustled back across the rocks as fast as I dared, right back to where I usually stand to see the owl, and I got there just in time to catch a few pictures of their first brief swim in the river.

Then mom led them back up the river bank and back to what appears to be the nest on which she incubated them. You can even see the white down on ground in the middle picture below.

Once they settled in for their nap, I finally tore myself away and I started floating home on a cloud, for what must be at least the third time in as many weeks.

Luckily, though, the cloud kept me close enough to the ground to spot these exquisite specimens growing right beside the trail. For readers not yet acquainted with the mushroom that needs no introduction, these are morels, likely yellow morels (Morchella esculenta).

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Finally, as crazy luck would have it, directly across the trail from those two, was another popular edible, a pheasant’s back, aka dryad’s saddle (Cerioporus squamosus), which one author calls “the ‘consolation prize’ for an unsuccessful morel hunt.”

Ha! And its only Monday.

It must have been Wood Duck Day at the pond this morning, because there were ten (yes, 10) of them, along with four mallard drakes, and I think they were all up on the lawn at once. This is my best attempt at capturing a sense of the duck density.

A pair of geese flew in, which caused a scene of course, and the two nest-guarding males even took turns chasing off the newcomers before returning to their ongoing standoff halfway between the ends of the island where their mates are incubating on their nests.

That kind of broke up the party on the lawn, and here’s one pair of wood ducks making for calmer waters in the bright morning sun.

At the river, I had another chance to sneak in an egg check, and this time I held my phone high enough to spotted 3! Then I stepped back to look around for who else might be about, and I am happy to report that mom was back on the job by the time I continued north.

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It the north end, this red-tailed hawk was keeping a watchful eye on some squirrels I could hear rustling in the bushes, but I didn’t wait around long enough to see if it eventually caught one. I guess I’m just not as patient as a hawk.

That’s when I bumped into Lisa, a long-time reader, who tipped me off to the blue-winged teals mucking it up in the river. Thanks, Lisa! I’m sure I would have never spotted them.

On my way back south, I got another chance at the ever elusive ruby-crowned kinglet, who sing a delightfully cheery song, and even managed a glimpse or two of its little ruby crown.

There is yet another variety of violet opening up, and this one has a nice light shade of blue.

Finally, back at the pond, I spotted our first crayfish of the season.

It was a mild, if dark and overcast, morning in the park, and the goose incubating on the northern tip of the island in the pond opted to take a little break. First she carefully covered all her eggs with down…

Then she and her steadfast mate took a moment to get reacquainted….

And finally, she got some “me” time.

Also on the pond this morning were a pair of wood ducks, but only this solo portrait turned out presentable.

And a pair of blue-winged teals, who were much shyer than even the wood ducks.

Along the river, both robins were also on break when I walked by. On my way home, I noticed that they were both back on the job.

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Our next picture reminds me that I must apologize for my misidentification yesterday. The sparrow I showed you is a white-throated sparrow (Zonotrichia albicollis), not white-crowned, and here’s a blurry shot from this morning of an immature one whose yellow hasn’t come in yet. Thanks to Donna and Charles for pointing out my mistake so that I could correct it.

At the north end, I spotted the young goldeneye and Mrs. Gadwall, but no shoveler nor teals today. Instead, I stumbled across the yellow marsh marigolds (Caltha palustris L.) that were now in full bloom along the stream that crosses under the bridge near the northern soccer fields.

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While I was down by the stream fumbling with my camera, Jennifer and Julie crossed the bridge on their morning walk and tipped me off to the flowers blooming at the far north end, near the intersection of Hampton and Port Washington, on the west-facing bank that must get nice afternoon sun.

Most remarkable for me are the Dutchman’s breeches (Dicentra cucullaria) because I’ve never seen them before, so thanks to Jennifer and Julie for that tip!

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Also there are a few yellow trout lilies (Erythronium americanum), which make a nice addition to the white trout lilies (Erythronium albidum) that have been in blossom throughout the park for the last week or so.

Lastly, on my way back south, I encountered the first bumblebee of the season that I could capture on film. Interestingly, it was conspicuously skipping over the violets and focusing exclusively on the creeping charlie (Glechoma hederacea) blossoms.

Okay, now for a special treat. Here are some pictures of the owls nesting in Downer Woods sent in by Kelly and her husband Mark.

Amazing, right? I am told that Kelly does all the work spotting with the binoculars, and Mark is just the photographer. In any case, the results are spectacular.

Thanks to Kelly and Mark!

It was nice to start the morning with temps in the 40s instead of the 30s for a change, and the critters seemed to like it, too. Here’s robin taking a quick morning bath in the river. That’s gotta be bracing, to say the least, right? Well, I guess you get used to it.

Here’s a white-crowned sparrow looking like he’d rather stay dry this morning, as do I.

Further north on the river, I spotted a couple of old friends, Mrs. Gadwall and the immature goldeneye.

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In the shallows between the northern island and the eastern shore, I found about a half dozen blue-winged teals again enjoying a nice morning on the river.

Finally, give a warm Estabrook greeting to our newest visitor, a male northern shoveler (Spatula clypeata). Note the genus name is actually Spatula. Ha!

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On my way back south, I bumped into Charles again, and he pointed out another nuthatch busily at work on another nesting site.

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Thanks, Charles!

Lastly, I’m happy to report that two goose nests and two robin nests are carefully being incubated this morning.

Robins take a lot more breaks that geese do, I am observing, so when I went by the second second time, I took a peak inside with my phone at arms length as I quickly walked passed. Don’t worry, after the nuthatch photoshoot, she was back on again.

That’s probably the best antidote to yesterday’s ending.

It was a beautiful morning with bright blue skies for a change, so I brought my camera along on my walk to campus, and it paid off handsomely on my way back home. There’s a pair of Cooper’s hawks with a nest high up in an oak tree a bit off the Oak Leaf Trail near the end of Hartford Ave, and late this morning, someone came home from a successful hunt. There was a bit of flying back and forth from the nest to a nice low branch, and I could never capture an image showing the both of them at the same time, but here are some of the highlights.

Meanwhile, back in Estabrook, the third pair of geese appear to be making a go of it again on the east side of the pond. We’ll see if it’s for real soon enough. The other two geese were safely on their nests on opposite ends of the island.

Lastly, tragedy has befallen the third, southern-most robins’ nest we know about, and those are all the words I can manage at this time.

I know the rhyme’s not perfect, if you pronounce graupel correctly, but you’re probably here for the pictures anyway, and boy, do we have some pictures.

On the island in the pond, the goose on the southern tip got up briefly to gave her eggs a turn this morning, and I can count at least three of them, so that’s super encouraging. The one on the northern tip was on her nest as well.

When I first arrived at the pond, there were three mallard drakes, goofing off as usual.

Then a fourth one flew in, and everyone wanted to talk about it.

That didn’t take long, however, and they all got right back to work.

A female red-winged blackbird stopped by, so it appears she found the territory staked out by her intended to be suitable.

Finally, all five wood ducks, two hens and three drakes, came to see if there was anything new to eat, so we get some nice wood duck portraits for a change.

They had some sorting out to do amongst themselves, which ended with a hen and two drakes taking off, and then this drake returned by himself and needing to dry out his wings.

At the river, our killdeer was back foraging on the mudflats.

And the friendly coot stopped by to say “hi”.

Both robins were on their nests as I went past, and further north, the muskrat passed by on its way south.

At the north end, our owl was back in its spot, after being awol for a couple of days. For all I know, it is just off hunting sometimes when I stopped by, and I shouldn’t read to much into it.

I also spotted an immature goldeneye, whom we haven’t seen in quite a while.

Then the skies opened and it came down fast enough to almost start accumulating. One cool phenomonon was that suddenly all the little hammock-like spider webs were visible. Those critters have been busy since they emerged just a week and a half ago.

It didn’t seem to bother the mallards or the coot, however, who just went about their business as usual.

At the southern end, I disturbed yet another nesting robin, who was on a nest right over the trail. That’s great that we have one more chance to spot eggs or chicks, but let’s hope traffic stays light enough for her to get the job done. I read that her eggs only take 12 to 14 days to hatch and then about another two weeks to fledge. They grow up so fast!

Wow! No snow, yet, but is sure as chilly this morning. Luckily, the goose eggs have moms to keep them warm, and the robin eggs might have the same, but one seemed not so sure this morning. She eventually climbed in, but it took her a while. I wonder what’s up with that.

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As I was checking on the southern robin and her nest, Casper the Friendly Coot came by for some more pictures. It seems I had missed those sharp looking tail features during previous sessions. Plus, I got a nice demonstration of feeding agility.

On the way to or from the north end, I can’t remember, I was treated to this little bit of slapstick. One mallard drake found a nice perch on which to preen, and as I was trying to take his picture, a second one wanted in.

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When the second one got up there, however, it immediately nudged the first one right off.

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Finally, after the first one flew back down to the river, the second one followed. BFFs, I guess.

Those are both tough acts to follow, but the star performers of today happen to be this pair of nuthatches giving their nest a good spring cleaning.

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Finally, one more flower has been able to glean just enough energy out of the cloudy skies we’ve been enjoying lately to open up these three little blossoms.

Yes, Virginia, those are bluebells (Mertensia virginica)

It was a cool and damp morning in Estabrook after the brief early shower, and all four moms-to-be were keeping their eggs warm: the two geese on the island and the two robins along the river.

I hardly saw another creature, mammalian or avian, but I did finally manage to capture an image sufficient for identifying a large bird I’ve seen soaring over the park from time to time since last summer. Say hello at long last to a turkey vulture (Cathartes aura). You can see the tail narrower than a red-tailed hawk, but not as narrow as a Cooper’s hawk, the long beak with a little curve at the end, and the lighter flight feathers on the underside of the wing. I would take that positive ID to court!

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There’s also a new fungus among us, and I’m not going down the rabbit hole of trying to identify a mushroom again so soon.

Finally, not everything was shades of brown, grey, and black. Here’s a goldfinch looking pretty yellow. Not completely yet, but almost there. Even he looks none too thrilled with the cool breeze out of the northwest.

Our owl appears to have found a warmer branch to perch on this morning, and I searched in vain for where that might be, so I hope it comes back to its usual spot soon.

It was another beautiful April morning in the park, and I am thrilled to report that the incubating appears to continue undisturbed on the island in the pond. Here’s a quick shot of the two geese on their nests as the ganders keep watch nearby.

Along the river, both our robins appear now to be incubating as well. There where on their nests as I went north and again when I came south over an hour later. Both are not on an island and are amazing accessible, so keep your fingers crossed that their camouflage, such as it is, does the job.

Meanwhile, at the north end, our newest exciting find, the great horned owl, was on the same branch again this morning. I looked but could not find a nest nearby, so I don’t know what exactly the situation is. Is this one alone this season, is there a nest that I just can’t see, or is this like a bachelor pad “in the city” to take a nap while mom (or dad!) watches the kids at home. Perhaps time will tell.

I have heard from fine fellow local amateur naturalist, Jim Kogutkiewicz, that “a great horned owl is nesting this spring in Downer Woods, and for the last couple weeks or so.” You can see Jim’s beautiful pictures at https://www.instagram.com/p/CNz_0rgnAbM/

While I was carefully walking up and down the river bank trying to find the best angle for a shot, I spotted our first live mussel I’ve seen in the river. I’ve been seeing shells, hole and in pieces since last year, but I always wondered if they were just left over from someone’s clam bake. Now we may surmise that they were locally grown.

I read that “Wisconsin alone has 50 different species of freshwater mussel, and 18 of them have been found within the Milwaukee River.” Here even is a gallery of pictures for identifying 13 of them, so have at it! Even the Journal Sentinel has a 2019 article on them titled “Underappreciated but important: DNR completes statewide mussel survey“. Of those 13, I’d go with Elktoe (Alasmidonta marginata). You?

I have since posted it on iNaturalist, and the consensus there is that this is a fatmucket (Lampsilis siliquoidea).

Also at the north end, I spotted our first toadstool of the season. It might be one of several inky caps, of the genus Coprinopsis, or parasols, of the genus Parasola, but I can’t find a picture that matches exactly. Looks tasty, though, doesn’t it?

Anyway, on my way back south, I spotted our killdeer on the mudflats again, and I managed to get some nicer pictures this time. If you haven’t seen their “broken wing act” when they are trying to draw you from their “nest” flat on the ground, it is worth watching a video of one of nature’s most fascinating spectacles. You’d almost think it would just be easer to pick a better nesting site, but I guess they don’t see it that way.

Finally, some new blossoms have pushed through this colder weather and managed to bloom anyway.

Here’s a pretty white with blue speckles hybrid violet at the far north end that I don’t believe we’ve seen before.

Here’s Greek valerian, aka Creeping Jacob’s-ladder, Creeping polemonium, Spreading Jacob’s-ladder (Polemonium reptans), with 99.42% certainty, just north of the underpass along the path.

Here’s a thick patch of trout lilies that are open everywhere throughout the park now.

Finally, the hepticia, aka liverleaf or liverwort is opening up beside the parkway across from the guardrail.

Lastly, here’s an interesting bit of litter I picked up. It looks like it’s been there a while, eh?