Dragged myself out of bed at the god-awful hour of 3:30 yesterday morning, to make another trek down to the refuge for some pre-sunrise photos. It wasn't as fruitful as the trip in May; the weather last month being much cooler and more humid, and made for some wonderful mist on the ponds. This time around the sunrise was much brighter with harsher light. But I did manage a few useful shots, so the day wasn't a total waste.




There were not as many birds this time around either. Most are nesting or raising broods and are remaining hidden. Even the ever-abundant Canada goose was absent from the scene. I did see a Pie-billed Grebe with two chicks, but they remained at the far side of the pond, out of reach for even my long telephoto lens. What I did manage to photograph, however, were a Marsh Wren and a Common Yellowthroat. Very tiny birds with incredibly loud voices - the opera singers of the avian world; they can belt out a song like nobody's business!


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