As we come close to wrapping up the 2022 series of Postcards from the Lake, I thought I'd take another look at some of my favorite birds from the past few months. I never did get a photo of the blue jays that loved the bird feeder neighbor Jim made, but I was lucky in catching (albeit a tad fuzzy) my friendly chickadee.
He was such a cutie and apparently fond of the see we had on offer!
He came back often!
Others preferred to get their dinner from the trees in the area, like handsome Woody!
He was most diligent and relentless. More than once I would find my painting accompanied by the peck-peck-peck of Woody on the neighbor's tree.
This little nuthatch was a tough one to photograph. He moved a lot faster than I could!
I'll never forget the beautiful of Eddie the Eagle, soaring above the lake.
We saw a few hawks, too -- always "way up high."
And I was delighted when a gang of Mergansers arrived on my very last day!
I really need to get a better zoom. As soon as I slipped out the door, they began to fly away.
We had several duck families as well. On our last weekend, we heard gunshots on the lake. Duck season has begun for hunters. I know it is considered sport and I hope if they get their shot, they are eating their catch and not shooting for the sport alone. But I have to say, I hate it. I take great joy in my families of ducks and the thought of them meeting an end that way upsets me terribly.
There was the cormorant, who made a couple of appearances...
...and sparrows that made more than a few visits.
No one wants the geese on the beach...
You couldn't have a post about up-north birds without a gull!
Of course, all of this leads up to my fabulous Big Bird. Harry North.
He's heading south now, or soon. And alas.
So am I.