Swamping, p.m.

The afternoon exploration area was a much larger stretch of wet flatland. All waterfowl was very much in the distance and a raw wind was blowing in off the water.

Along one path I saw a clump of duck feathers. My friends pointed out a shell casing. People come here to hunt. The duck gets shot. A hunting dog jumps into the water to retrieve the duck and the duck is de-feathered on the spot. I brought home a pocketful of feathers for my feather collection.


There were more yellow rump warblers, but the big surprise was a cluster of goldfinches.

Only these two lesser yellowlegs were close enough to be photo worthy.

Back home through the tunnel.

I prefer the intimacy of Central Park.

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