The only thing visible on the water was a flock of pelicans just waking up.
I could still hear the cry of baby ducks/geese, but the air was quiet and sound carries a long way across water so I couldn’t zero in on the location. I followed the road to a point where it went between the river and the small lake.
Then a hawk flew overhead and all bird sounds ceased.
You know how they say it’s bad luck when a black cat crosses your path?
It can be even worse luck if the “cat” is BLACK AND WHITE.
Totally unconcerned, this skunk was on his way to find breakfast.
(Sorry if these photos are a bit out of focus. It was just here that I realized I was in a really bad location.)
So Mr. Le Pew stops right in front of me (using my 70-300 lens here but still within the danger zone) and he decides to spend time digging up something yummy like an ant hill or a few grubs.
The pelicans are smart enough to swim away.
The hawk leaves. From somewhere I hear the quiet sounds of adult Canada Geese murmuring.
The skunk ignores me. Then it starts to rain.
I turned around and walked home the long way. So, I’m sorry, we’ll never know the fate of the silly goose and her babies. But at least we can hope for the best.
Two days later I biked by the empty nest and saw an osprey perched there looking like she was cleaning up after some untidy renters.