This is the time of the year I start pulling out my trusty bird book, as the water foul start to come and go from around the harbour. I am trying to identify this one. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think it's a Least Grebe.
We don't have that many different ones during the height of summer,
maybe a family or two of geese and our resident Heron.
And sometimes the odd visit from a cormorant fishing in the creek.
But come fall, we see many different varieties as they spend time in the farmers fields feeding during the day then spend part of the day either on the lake or in the harbour. They rest around this area and fatten up a bit before they form up into huge flocks and continue on with their arduous journey south.
This local Mama has had her brood very late this summer. I hope the weather holds and she has enough time to get them reared and strong enough to make that long journey down south. These late hatchlings always worry me.
THESE SCENES ARE JUST ONE MORE PERK TO LIVING ON A BOAT
