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A Visit to the Westons and Heron Chicks

On May 31, 2026 - Beavers, Herons, Loons, Photography, Turtles, Wildlife Photography

A slower week this past week. I had a chance to visit the Weston loon family on a foggy morning and visited the great blue heron rookery.

I’ll be at the Berkshires Arts Festival at Ski Butternut in Great Barrington, MA on July 3, 4, 5. I’ll be in booth 212 lots of prints and note cards. Stop by and have a look.

Tuesday morning found blue skies over the hill in West Newbury and the Weston’s pond in deep fog.

The Westons weren’t to be found on the main part of the pond. I continued on to the cove where they nest. The off duty loon was promoting a shift change. You can see the loon on the nest at the far right hidden in the brush. I never did see their legs; without seeing the bands – or lack of them – I couldn’t tell who was who.

They did the nest exchange after a few minutes and the loon coming off duty stretched.

And then set out to find some breakfast. Looks like he? came up empty this time.

An outsider loon flew over and called which set the Westons to tremoloing. The outsider flew on and the pond quieted. Very quiet. I paddled around looking for photos. Seems most of the critters had taken the morning off.

After a time, I found a red-winged blackbird out and about.

He alternated foraging with calling out to announce his presence.

As the fog lifted, painted turtles started climbing out of the water to bask.

The outsider loon returned and landed well up the pond. All three loons started calling. The loon on the nest left the nest to join the other home team loon on the main part of the pond. They were well separated from the intruder. I snuck back into the cove with their nest to see if I could see how many eggs they have. I took a quick look to find two and turned around to leave the cove.

Only to find Slappy Gilmore the beaver entering the cove. He? circled the entrance to the cove, slapping regularly. If he’d gotten out of the way, I’d have left……

Here’s his tail making contact for the slap.

And each slap pushes his butt up out of the water. You can see his webbed feet clearly here.

The loons mostly called at each other before a brief skirmish with some wing rowing before the intruder departed.

Thursday morning, I was up early and headed to see the great blue heron rookery. I’ve been inundated with requests for the location of the rookery. I think I’ve answered everyone. I’m reluctant to share locations with folks I don’t know. Most are likely to be responsible, but the internet has more than a few bad apples.

On three of the four nests with herons, an adult was standing on the edge of the nest. The fourth had a heron still sitting.

After watching for a time, chicks started stirring. The three nests with adults standing guard all have at least three chicks. The chicks are still small enough that they can’t be seen when crouched down in the nest. They appear, then disappear fairly quickly, keeping me on my toes.

The chicks are funny-looking gawky birds whose body parts all seem to come from birds of different sizes. I suspect they were designed by Jim Henson.

Here’s a shift change on the first nest. Both herons will birdsit the chicks and bring food. When one returns to the nest, they go through a ceremony where they stretch and bob their necks to each other.

The returning parent brought back a sunfish which would seem to be much too large. The chick in back put it away without effort.

Back at the second nest, the chicks were getting restless…

This guy seems to be thinking that if breakfast isn’t delivered promptly, he’ll have to go get it on his own.

Poking their parent, and pulling feathers, didn’t speed things up.

The mate returned. The parents swallow the chick’s food and regurgitate it for the chicks when they return. As the chicks get bigger, the parents will bring in larger food that they haven’t swallowed.

The parent that had been on duty wasted no time heading off.

The chicks have been fed, time for everyone to settle back in.

And a returning parent feeding the chicks in the third nest.

The fourth and fifth nests had parents return, but I didn’t see any chicks. Guess I’ll have to go back.

And we’ve hosted bluebirds in one of the boxes on our deck again this year. I haven’t been posting, it seems like many people have cameras in their bird houses now. And, something is amiss with mine, the video quality has degraded. But, here’s a clip of the chick’s final few minutes as our guests before they fledge.

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A Busy Week for the Critters

On May 24, 2026 - Foxes, Game Birds, Herons, Loons, Raptors, Shorebirds, Wildlife Photography

With a week with mostly nice weather, I was able to get out and visit both the Middletons and Westons as well as the heron rookery and a couple fox dens.

This week, you’ve got two chances to see my slideshow, Travels with Ian 2025, with some of my favorite images from last year. We’ll see lots of wildlife around New England and lots of brown bears from Alaska – including Brown Bear no. 925 who made ursine history last year. There are even images of a steam locomotive working in the incredible scenery along the White Pass & Yukon Route Railway.

The first show will be at the Bugbee Center in White River Jct. Wednesday May 27 at 1:30 pm. The second presentation will be at the Blake Memorial Library in Corinth, VT Friday May 29 at 6 pm. The Library would appreciate an RSVP sent to khotellingbml@gmail.com. Both are free and open to the public.

And I’ll be exhibiting at the Berkshires Art Festival in Great Barrington, MA on July 3, 4 and 5. I’ll have note cards and prints large and small for sale. Please come by and have a look.

A week ago Saturday, I called on the Westons. One was feeding at the south end of the pond, the other turned out to already be sitting on the nest towards the north end of the pond. I wandered off to see who else might be around.

About the only excitement – if cormorants can be exciting – was this double-crested cormorant who finished breakfast and departed.

Both loon parents share sitting on the eggs. Our off-duty loon finished at the buffet and headed towards the nest for a shift change. This turned out to be Mom. Dad is banded and I could ID him when he came off the nest.
Dad is hidden in the brush. His head is the dark spot in the brush above mom’s head.

Mr. Weston came off the nest and stretched as Mrs. Weston settled in on the nest.

A friend tipped me off to a fox den, I headed down Monday morning to see if I could find it. There are supposed to be seven kits. Mom has been busy. So far I’ve found five of her holes. Without knowing where anyone was, I sat and watched the wrong hole for a time. This guy popped out of one of the holes down the field, and I gave up on what may have been an empty hole.

This sibling joined the first kit and both stretched out to enjoy the sun – after moving far enough back in the brush to keep me from getting more photos.

Tuesday morning, I was on the road early to visit the heron rookery. I missed when they started sitting on the nests. I was hoping for chicks. No such luck, the latest they should hatch is early this week.

It was a warm morning and most of the herons on nest duty were standing up in the nests. Both heron parents take turns sitting on the nest. The last time I visited, the bird on duty at dawn was still on duty when I left about 9:00.

This morning, all of the off-duty birds returned early to relieve their partners. The shift change comes with a “nest relief ceremony.” The partners stretch their necks and/or raise the plumes on their crest. They may preen each other and sometimes exchange sticks. But, the bird that’s just been relieved doesn’t stick around long.

This heron’s mate has just returned to the rookery and is perched in a tree to the left of the nest. The birds stretched and clapped their bills at a distance before a quick exchange at the nest.

The birds reporting for duty all spent several minutes tidying the nest.

When the nests are in order, the birds settle in and catch up with their neighbors.

On the way home, I stopped to visit the foxes again. They weren’t to be found.

The next morning I headed out to see what the Middletons were up to. They’re sitting on their nest. They’ve moved from where the nest has been for several years. They’ve found a new spot on a hummock deep in the brush and are well hidden. I didn’t see the nest until Mrs. Middleton relieved Mr. Middleton.

As Mr. Middleton left his cove, a pair of Canada geese flew into the pond and landed not too far from the loon’s nest. That pair of geese was rapidly challenged by another pair of geese that flew across the pond to object to the newcomers.

The newcomers objected right back and went after the second pair of geese.

It was a serious fight, with geese biting and striking with their elbows – the joint in the wing.

In the midst of the fight, Hank Herron flew in right where the geese were fighting and staked out his position.

One of the geese chased Hank off his log into the brush nearby. Then appeared to go over and converse…..

Mr. Middleton returned, keeping low in the stalking pose. He’s checking the battlefield – notice Hank in the back right.

Mr. Middleton went over to see what Hank was up to. One of the pair of geese got out of the water and stood on the log near where the whole shebang started. Mr. Middleton dove…..

I’m not sure if Mr. M actually goosed the goose, but he made it clear that the goose had to go.

Hank seemed unfazed by the hullabaloo and went off to see what was for breakfast.

There didn’t seem to be anything appetizing nearby, so Hank waded off.

After some more skirmishing, one pair of geese convinced the other to go away. Quiet returned to the cove. Mr. M headed back out to get busy with his day.

And Hank took up position waiting for a meal to swim by. I headed home.

A chilly Friday found me paddling down the Waits River before dawn.

Where I met Mrs. Mallard and her brood paddling upstream.

I had to make way for ducklings as she lead her brood past.

A large flock of sandpipers – called a fling, a bind, a cluster, or a contradiction of sandpipers – was spread along the banks and islands. Most of them were least sandpipers with others mixed in.

Sandpipers eat insects and their larvae, small crustaceans and other invertebrates like snails. They forage in and near the river, happily poking their bills into the muck to find the tastiest snacks.

They forage with rapid movements. And often seem to think the menu is better somewhere ‘over there.’

Here I found a few least sandpipers – the bird on the right – foraging alongside a spotted sandpiper.

One of the least sandpipers heading to the next bit of mud to check out what’s on the menu there.

An osprey circled overhead a few times before looking like he’d spotted his meal below.

A male red winged-blackbird didn’t like the osprey in the area and flew up to challenge him. The osprey spent a few minutes dodging the blackbird before the blackbird gave up. I’m a little surprised that the red wings challenge the osprey. Osprey eat almost exclusively fish (I have seen a video of one grabbing a snake from the water.) Birds usually know who is a threat and who isn’t. Loons can tell the difference between eagles and osprey at a considerable distance. They alert and call at the eagles and ignore the osprey. I wonder why red-wings object.

A common grackle joined the sandpipers looking for breakfast. I can’t identify what the grackle caught. But it wasn’t to his liking. He carried it up on the bank and abandoned it.

As I was heading back to the boat launch, I caught up with the mallard family again. Mrs. Mallard had the ducklings out of the water to preen. Dad was paddling nearby.

The ducklings finished preening and settled in for a nap.

Mom kept an eye on them as they huddled – she seems to think the little guy on the right is up to something….

An eagle appeared flying downstream. Mom gave a sharp call and the ducklings took cover under a nearby log. They hid for several minutes before remerging to huddle for their nap. I headed home.

Yesterday I headed back to check on the fox kits.

I quickly found one resting directly on top of the den’s hole.

Something caught his attention and he stood to look things over.

A false alarm! He settled back to nap in the sun.

A ways up the field, another kit was lounging near another of their holes.

This guy was laying in the brush at the edge of the woods.

Another kit was snacking on something near yet another of their holes. He’s finished and is off the the next item on the agenda. The parents will bring food to the den and if the kits aren’t out, the parent drops the food and leaves.

The clouds were moving in rapidly and the light was fading, I headed home.

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Birds of May

On May 15, 2026 - Loons, Shorebirds, Warblers, Wildlife Photography

A quick post with some of the birds I’ve found out and about in May.

I’ll be giving my slideshow, Travels with Ian 2025, of my favorite shots from 2025 twice before the end of the month. There’s lots of wildlife from around New England and shots from my trip to Alaska to see brown bears and the steam locomotive on the White Pass & Yukon Route Railway. Both are free and open to the public. The first show will be at the Bugbee Center in White River Jct. Wednesday May 27 at 1:30 pm. The second presentation will be at the Blake Memorial Library in Corinth, VT Friday May 29 at 6 pm. The Library would appreciate an RSVP sent to khotellingbml@gmail.com.

And I’ll be exhibiting at the Berkshires Art Festival in Great Barrington, MA on July 3, 4 and 5. All the details here: https://americanartmarketing.com/blogs/news/berkshires-arts-festi-val-2025. I’ll have note cards and prints large and small with me. Stop by and take a look.

Back on May 8, I went out to visit the Westons and their neighbors. The Westons slept in and I went looking to see who else might be around.

Warblers are back and there was a good-sized flock foraging along the shore. Most were too high in the trees for good shots, but this common yellowthroat was working just about water level.

This purple finch (Harold, he says my number came up) was eating tamarack seeds.

The Westons finally stirred and one gave a nice stretch before heading off to the far end of the pond for breakfast.

I went back to visit them again the next day.

They were up before the dawn and checking out the real estate looking for a nesting site. They discussed the spot where the nest has been for the last several years but didn’t seem to come to a conclusion. The literature says the male picks the nesting site. But, watching it seems to be a joint decision. Much like how I decided on the colors to paint the kitchen.

One of the birds stretched a leg and showed he was banded. Last year, the female disappeared from the pond in early August and wasn’t seen again. I suspect that wasn’t good news, that’s early for her to have left voluntarily. The male stayed on the pond and faced off against a challenger every time I visited. My first thought was we had a new female on the pond. I reported the banded bird to the Vermont Center for Ecostudies, Vermont’s loon researchers. They told me that the banded bird was a male that had landed in someone’s driveway. The Center sent someone to rescue the bird. They banded him and released him in a pond without a nesting pair of loons. We’ll never know if it was Mr. Weston or the challenger that was chased off the pond. I’m hoping this is the same bird that I’ve likely been watching for years.

Mr. Weston gave me a nice stretch. Or he was throwing his wings up in frustration….

Mrs. Weston answered with her own stretch.

Then they resumed the search for a nest site.

It didn’t look like they came to a decision on where to nest. Mr. Weston stretched again and they headed out for breakfast.

The Westons’ pond has a good population of snapping turtles. I’ve had three great looks at turtles in shallow water so far this year. All three turtles were large, but nowhere near the size people claim they’ve seen. They actually top out with a carapace – the upper part of the shell – about 20″. This turtle appears to be basking. Snappers like to stay in the water rather than climb out to bask. They’ll float along with their head and top of their shell exposed.

The tree swallows and barn swallows were back on their favorite perch, waiting for the insects to get out and about.

Eastern kingbirds (Elvis, the King) are back and paired up. They seem to prefer dragonflies for their diet. Dragonflies are scarce in the early spring, kingbirds feed on smaller insects until the dragonflies return or emerge. Some dragonflies migrate, in other species the adults die out in the fall leaving larvae to survive overwinter.

I spent some more time trying for the warblers. This chestnut-sided warbler teased me for several minutes before pausing in the open for his photo.

One of the Westons gave a stretch as I head out for the morning.

On May 11, I put the boat in the Waits River in Bradford, VT to see who might be around.

There were a couple dozen sandpipers around, this least sandpiper was foraging for breakfast in the reeds along the shore.

There were several solitary sandpipers foraging as well.

Another least sandpiper. Least sandpipers are allegedly the world’s smallest shorebirds. They’re often called ‘peeps’ for their size and call.

As I floated by, I checked to see how our northern flickers were doing. Only to be surprised to see a tree swallow in the nest the flickers had been working on. There were flickers calling in the area, but I don’t know where the couple from the last post settled.

I beached the boat and watched this solitary sandpiper foraging for some time.

I’m watching the weather, looks like we’re going to have a nice weekend, I’ll be back out early.

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Rounding Up the Usual Suspects

On April 30, 2026 - Beavers, Herons, Loons, Warblers, Wildlife Photography

The run of nice mornings let me get out several times since my last post. I’ve called on the Middletons and the Westons, visited the falcons and the heron rookery as well as paddled in the Connecticut. This is a roundup of what I saw.

I’m still looking for fox, coyote and bobcat dens. And other mammals bigger than a squirrel. If you’ve got them hanging around where I won’t be in the way photographing them, I’d love to know.

I’ll be giving my slideshow An Uncommon Look at the Common Loon at the Rockingham, Vermont, Library this Saturday May 2, at 11 am. Free and everyone welcome. And I have prints of some of my favorite loon photos hanging in the Library now. Stop in and have a look. Later in the month, I’ll be doing my slideshow of my favorite shots from 2025 at the Bugbee Center in White River Jct. at 1:30 pm on Wednesday May 27 and again at the Blake Memorial Library in Corinth, VT at 6:00 pm on Friday May 27. On to the critters…

I’ve managed to visit the herons twice. The first visit found some herons sitting on their eggs and the others putting the finishing touches on their nests.

They take great care in how they place the sticks. I suppose if you know you’re going to be sitting on them for a few weeks, you want to make sure all the pointy bits are well tucked away.

Finishing up the details on the nest. There’s a heron sitting on the nest to the upper left.

The mate showed up as the first bird was finishing up. You can’t tell him from her by looking, and both birds are involved in building the nest and incubating the eggs.

The member of the pair that flew in as the work was finishing up stretched in a courtship display.

Another heron sat just outside the rookery and provided commentary.

One of the males with a nest in the rookery arrived with the very stick they needed for the nest. The males gather the sticks and deliver them to the nest. The females will nod if they find the stick worthy of being added to the nest.

The female of the pair wasn’t around, so the male stashed the stick near the nest.

He took a few minutes to preen, which seems a challenge standing on a small branch.

The next trip had me visiting the Middletons. There were two loons on the pond. Somewhat embarrassingly, I caught up with them before they finished their ablutions. Mr. Middleton waved his leg, letting me see his bands telling me he was who he claimed to be.

Mr. Middleton greeted me with open wings.

And this appears to be the new Mrs. Middleton. The previous Mrs. Middleton died shortly after being driven from the pond by a female challenging her for the territory. Neither the challenger nor this bird were banded, so we can’t tell for sure, but it is likely this is the challenger from last year.

I typed too soon in the last post when I said there didn’t seem to be many Canada geese around. They’re back in force.

The Middletons finished breakfast and tucked in for a nap. You can see Mr. M’s bands on his leg.

The next couple outings took me to the Weston’s pond. The Westons are often not in the mood for visitors and keep their distance. I try to respect their moods and keep my distance when they want to be left alone. There was a pair of loons on the pond. Mrs. Weston disappeared in early August last year and wasn’t seen again. We probably have Mr. Weston back with a new mate.

There was a flock of about 35 swallows – mostly tree swallows with a couple barn swallows for color. They were using this tree for a perch. They’d – more or less – settle for a bit before something got them going and they’d depart en masse. They’d fly out a ways before promptly returning to the tree. I couldn’t spot what got them going but suspect that one had spotted a tasty looking insect and went to nab it – with everyone following along.

Flocks of birds never completely settle. Someone is always looking for a better spot.

And there were at least a couple of couples intent on making little swallows in the mix.

Mr. Mallard had some place elsewhere he needed to be.

Warblers are back. Here’s the first yellow-rumped warbler (aka butter butt) of the season.

And what appears to be a disapproving palm warbler.

The next trip out was to visit the Middleton’s pond again.

One of the Middletons was up and ready to get going at dawn. They were covering lots of ground while foraging for breakfast. I wandered off to see who else might be out and about.

One of the resident beavers was as busy as himself and was making a quick improvement to the roof of his lodge. He dragged this stick to the lodge and pulled it out of the water.

Carefully adjusting it for the proper pitch and angle.

With his chores done, he stopped for some breakfast. Beavers eat the bark off of branches and trees. That’s why I’ve named this guy – wait for it – Chewbarka.

One of the Middletons gave a good stretch as I was heading out.

The next morning found me checking in on the falcons.

They’re sitting on their eggs, so there wasn’t much going on to photograph. The on nest duty bird did peer out above the lip of the shelf with the nest.

The mate sat in a tree above the nest, mostly preening and snoozing.

There is a brave pair of eastern phoebes nesting on the cliff about 20 feet below the falcon’s nest. I’m surprised at the number of song birds in the area. Steering clear of where falcons frequent would seem to be a good idea. The smaller birds in the area must know the falcons are there. The small birds seem to keep low and close to the cliff – making it impossible for the falcon to stop before hitting the ground if it went after them. I thought of J.R.R. Tolkien’s advice, “It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near one.”

And the next morning found me back at the rookery.

All the nests had birds sitting on their eggs. Again not an exciting morning watching birds just sitting. This heron did pop up several times to adjust the sticks in the nest.

Sticks back in their proper place, the bird settled back in.

Someone’s mate came back from his favorite watering hole and stood guard at the edge of the nursery.

The Waits and Connecticut Rivers have been too high for me to be comfortable paddling. Earlier this week, it had dropped enough for me to venture out. When I got out Wednesday morning, the water had dropped to the point where navigating anywhere but the deepest part of the Waits was difficult.

There were several killdeer out foraging along the mud at the water’s edge. There were lots of grackles and red-winged blackbirds and a few ducks around. A murder of crows mobbed a red-tailed hawk every time he dared fly over. With the low water, I saw several large snapping turtles foraging.

A pair of northern flickers were cleaning up a nesting hole. Tree swallows looked like they were going to move in downstairs in the same tree.

The flickers took a break to make little flickers and share a moment afterwards.

There was a bit of a close call when rounding a curve in the river, I surprised a croc basking on the riverbank.

The killdeer were creating a ruckus calling and flying around. After a time, I found four of them in a kerfuffle. I couldn’t figure out the cast. There was at least one female that presented repeatedly. There were at least two that would charge her when she did. Often one or both would take a short flight, often with an attack while in air. Sometimes it appeared the kerfuffle was two on two and sometimes three on one.

Three of the killdeer disagreeing on something.

Someone has just charged the flying bird causing it to take flight. The bird in the back right seems to be presenting.

The midair skirmishes seemed to be mostly threatening, without any actual contact.

The kerfuffle came to some conclusion I couldn’t figure out. The lady that had been presenting throughout took time for a bath and all the birds wandered off.

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Spring Brings Everyone Back to the Upper Valley

On April 18, 2026 - Herons, Loons, Turtles, Wildlife Photography

I’ve managed to get out a couple of times this spring, finding mixed success. Let’s see who’s out and about.

It is that time of year again where I ask for help finding critters. I’m always looking for mammals bigger than squirrels. I’m still looking for a fox den and would love to find coyote or bobcat dens. If you get a bear showing up daily when they get fully up and around, I’d love to know. Owls and a woodpecker nest are on my list too. If you’ve any of them showing up regularly where I can come and go without disturbing them or you, I’d love to know.

I’ll be giving my slideshow An Uncommon Look at the Common Loon at the Rockingham, Vermont, Library Saturday May 2, at 11 am. Free and everyone welcome. And I have prints of some of my favorite loon photos hanging in the Library now. Stop in and have a look.

Regular readers will know that I’ve been trying to get a good shot of the long-eared owls down on the coast. There have been three of them wintering there for the last several years. They hang out in what can’t be more than half an acre of trees. I’ve made several trips down to try to catch them where they can be seen. To make things worse, every photographer east of the Mississippi seems to have a nice shot of all three posing nicely together in the clear – and they all stop by to show you their shot on their phone….. I tried again in March.

Success again eludes me… One owl was visible through a tiny gap in the trees. The queue of photographers were actually polite about sharing the one spot where you could see the owl. I waited for him to open his eyes…. no luck.

One of the projects I’d like to try is to follow a family of swans through the season. Yes, yes, I know they’re invasive. And aggressive. But they’re here. We either have to live with them or hunt them all down.

I went searching for a likely couple. I ventured down to the Fannie Stebbins Memorial Wildlife Refuge. They’ve hosted families the last few years. There were two swans to be found – and apparently not a couple.

The first swan I found was looking for handouts and wouldn’t back up far enough to get a photo of all of him?

The other swan spent the afternoon swimming slowly around his pond, doing swan things.

Fannie Stebbins may not be where I find the family, I’ve got some other spots to check out.

There was a good-sized flock of ring-necked ducks relaxing on the pond.

The male wood ducks were out paddling their stuff to impress the ladies.

And there were several hooded mergansers, mostly swimming in pairs – but too far apart to get both in a shot.

On the way home, I found two loons on the Connecticut River, a hopeful sign.

My next outing was to check on our local peregrine falcons. They spent most of their time away from the nest on my first visit.

The next time I had a chance to visit, there was a falcon sitting on the nest. And one supervising.

This gives a good idea of where falcons like to nest. Can I name this guy Cliff?

The bolts in the rocks are rock bolts drilled into the cliff to keep rocks from falling.

My next outing was to visit a great blue heron rookery. It is on the small side for a great blue heron rookery – only seven nests. The good news is they’re relatively low for heron nests, we should be able to see the chicks from the ground when the time comes.

The nests are all in dead trees over a small pond.

Most of the herons spent their morning standing in the trees near the nests.

Sometimes they seemed to be chatting with the neighbors.

The heron on the right has just returned to the nest. The herons did some head bobbing and weaving in a quick courtship display.

One bird found time to make some nest improvements.

While the mate sat nearby pretending to be busy.

I’ve been checking on the Middleton’s pond – usually the first to ice out in the spring. Last Saturday afternoon there was a loon snoozing on the pond. I went home and got the boat ready to go.

Dawn on Sunday found me on the pond. But no loon. It was probably on a scouting mission to see if his pond was open and he’d just stopped off to rest a bit. Other pond residents were out and about.

The morning started off foggy, but pleasantly warm for an April paddle – 28° when I launched. A wood duck posed as I headed down the pond.

I did find several ring-necked ducks promenading on the pond.

There was a pair of eagles that sat watching the pond. I suspect they were thinking that duck would make a good breakfast.

A loon showed up again on the Middleton’s pond on Wednesday. I made it out this morning.

I soon found a lone loon on the pond. I think I saw a flash of color from his bands, but never got a really clear look at his legs. My guess is Mr. Middleton is back.

Hank the great blue heron was working the reeds for breakfast.

There seem to be fewer Canada geese on the pond this year. But the ones that were around were happy to make noise and fly around.

The red-winged black birds seem fewer also. There were several males and the first female I’ve seen this year out foraging.

And as the fog lifted, painted turtles started appearing on every handy log along the shore.

Back on the home front, Charles, our resident whistle pig has reported for pillaging duty.

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heron, loon, swan, turtles, woodchuck

Cedar Waxwings Snacking

On April 16, 2026 - Cedar Waxwings, Wildlife Photography

Happy spring! Here in the Upper Valley, I’ve seen turtles basking and the noise of the peepers is deafening. There’s a loon back on both the Weston’s and Middleton’s ponds. And our pair of bluebirds is building nests in both our boxes.

I’ve got a couple quick posts to catch up on what I’ve been seeing.

First, I’ll be giving my slideshow An Uncommon Look at the Common Loon at the Rockingham, Vermont, Library Saturday May 2, at 11 am. Free and everyone welcome. And I have prints of some of my favorite loon photos hanging in the Library now. Stop in and have a look.

I managed to get to the coast a couple times since my last post. The long-eared owl still bedevils me. One trip found a flock of cedar waxwings and a couple robins feasting on crabapples in Parker River.

In the winter, waxwings travel in flocks, searching out fruit trees. When they find some, they usually make quick work of the fruit. This flock has found several crabapple trees and set to work.

Even if the fox couldn’t reach the grapes, the waxwings could reach the crabapples….

birds, cedar waxwings, song birds, waxwings

My 2025 Favorite Photos

On January 1, 2026 - Bears, Foxes, Herons, Owls, Shorebirds, Turtles

Here’s a roundup of my favorite photos from my adventures in 2025.

I’ll be showing my slideshow on visiting the puffins on Machias Seals Island at 2:30 pm on Sunday March 22 at the Tenney Memorial Library, Route 5, Newbury, VT. Free and everyone welcome. And, stay tuned, the Piermont, NH, Library wants me do a slideshow of the best of 2025. We’re checking the dates the hall is available. It should be one of the first three Sundays in March.

And it is last call for my 2026 Wildlife Calendar. I’ve got only a few left, you can get yours on my site here. There are lots of images available in many sizes from note cards to wall art.

OK, the critters….

Last winter, I took several trips to the Maine, New Hampshire and Massachusetts coasts. The goal was to find owls.

This is Leo, the long-eared owl. He’s on my list. There were three long-eared owls living in about half an acre of trees alongside a parking lot. Even in that small a hideout, they were discouragingly hard to find. I spent about 40 hours waiting for them to move out to sun themselves. Without success. And, it didn’t help that every photographer east of the Mississippi would stop by to show me shots they’d taken of all three owls sitting together in perfect light in the open. This was the clearest shot I could get.

There were several snowy owls around the coast. They all seemed to have found perches that kept the crowds at a distance.

There are a couple screech owls that have gained fame with the photographers. They were more kind, snoozing in openings of their nests.

Another screech owl snoozing in his doorway.

My first few excursions out in the spring found the early ducks returning. Here’s Mrs. Mallard taking a bath.

And Mr. Mallard got a little too rambunctious while bathing…..

Wood ducks are always a treat to photograph.

Another screech owl, this time peering out as he gets ready for an evening out.

Another trip out found another wood duck.

Sometimes you don’t even need a cute critter to make a nice photo.

In early June, I retuned to the shore, just in time to catch the first piping plover chicks hatching. These chicks are one day old.

The chicks hide under their parents for protection and to keep warm.

But they’re capable of foraging by themselves. This chick attempted to nab a fly. The fly was lucky, and managed to climb atop the chick’s bill. The chick wore the fly around a bit before the fly took off to live to fly another day.

The chicks are only about the size of cotton ball and don’t seem to fit their legs. They’re capable of short bursts of speed but often look awkward when they’re walking.

He’ll soon get the hang of this walking stuff….

The chicks scoot along the beach using the grass as cover.

The beach also had a large colony of common and least terns. They’re constantly coming and going. And, they’re not shy about dive bombing anyone that disturbs them. The males carry fish around to present to the ladies. If the lady accepts the fish, they become a pair for the season.

This may be the world’s most inept male tern. He presented the fish to his lady and she showed she was receptive. But the male didn’t catch on for some time, with the female presenting and chirping away until he figured it out.

Here’s a pair of common terns doing a synchronized dance as a courtship display.

And completing the dance just before mating.

On one of my early trips out in the kayak, this veery showed up as I was loading up. He? sat on a branch that was overhanging my car, just about at eye level. He was unperturbed when I put the boat on the roof, and soon was foraging almost underfoot. I took the hint and got the camera back out.

Male red-winged blackbirds are early arrivals. They’re easy to spot before the reeds grow up. This guy was finding small bugs in last year’s cattails.

And, just when I thought I had my ducks in a row…..

I watched a fox den for a time in the spring. There were two or three kits, but usually only one would come out at at time.

A little later in the summer, I explored some of the beaches along the Connecticut shore and found more piping plover chicks.

And several northern diamondback terrapins out laying eggs above the high-water mark.

There were several pairs of American oystercatchers on the beaches. The oystercatcher banders are good at banding – I couldn’t find one that wasn’t banded.

Hank heron made himself scarce in the spring, but by early summer he was back at his post along the loons’ pond.

One foggy morning, I took just a couple photos of the loons through the thick fog. I pulled the boat out and had it atop the car when I noticed these deer had come out of the brush along the shore. I’m amazed they hadn’t spotted me in the open. I ducked behind the car and had about 20 minutes watching them forage and frolic before they finally did spot me.

I think the fawns are twins, and a second doe was traveling with the family.

Another morning finds Hank again posing nicely.

In September, I visited southeastern Alaska. I took the ferry from Juneau to Haines before going on to Skagway. The scenery from the ferry is amazing. Here’s the Sentinel Island Lighthouse we passed north of Juneau.

The attraction in Haines is the brown bears. I was able to spend four days – four rainy days – along the Chilcott River watching the bears fishing for salmon.

This is a first-year cub. One of a litter of four, a real rarity for bears.

This is brown bear 925 to the Alaska Fish and Wildlife Department’s biologists. Her friends call her Lulu. She’s the mother of the four cubs.

There were several families around, Lulu with her four cubs, another mother with three second-year cubs and at least three mothers with twins. This is a second year cub. Still traveling with mom, but getting ready to head out on his own.

One of the mothers chasing down a salmon in the river.

And one of the mom’s with her catch. I double-dog dare you to try to take it away from her.

One of the second-year cubs chases after a salmon.

Lulu enjoying her catch while sitting in the river. I love that the fish is big enough that she has to use her back leg to help hold it up.

And one of the moms in action in the water.

Moving on to Skagway, I spent four days photographing the White Pass & Yukon Route Railroad. The have a working steam engine, 2-8-2 no. 73. No. 73 is a three-foot gauge Baldwin, built in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in May 1947. The railroad put on quite a show for us. Here we’re in Pennington, British Columbia, along Lake Bennett.

Still on the WP&Y, this time in Bennett, BC.

The next day, again at Bennett, BC, with Lake Bennett in the background.

This time in Fraser, BC with Teepee Peak and Jack Peak in the background.

And back in Skagway, crossing the East Branch of the Skagway River.

And no. 73 clinging to the Mountain at Inspiration Point in Skagway.

And in a classic shot, we’re back in Skagway with the train coming out of a tunnel and crossing a beautiful trestle.

Heading back to Juneau and my flight home, the ferry passed passed Eldred Rock Lighthouse.

And we had a beautiful moonrise not long before we reached Juneau. There was a great display of the northern lights later that night – so I hear. With an early flight out, I was tucked in bed.

Back in Vermont, I again headed to the coast to hunt for owls.

Leo had just returned for the winter. He still wouldn’t cooperate. I’m not giving up….

Happy New Year! Best wishes for 2026!

brown bear. screech owl, long-eared owl, owl, snowy owl

2025 Loon Review

On December 28, 2025 - Loons, Wildlife Photography

The end of the year is a time for lazy photographers to sneak in a couple extra posts looking back at the year. Who am I to buck tradition? Let’s take a look back at how the three loon families fared this year.

On Sunday, March 22, at 2:30 pm, I’ll be presenting my slideshow about visiting the puffins, et al, on Machias Seal Island off of Cutler, ME, at the Tenney Memorial Library in Newbury, VT. Free and everyone welcome.

If you’re new to my blog, I follow loon families on three ponds. To protect their privacy I’ve named the loons on the pond to my east the ‘Eastons.’ The pond to my west hosts the ‘Westons.’ And the pond between those two hosts the ‘Middletons.’ On to the loons.

The Westons

And later in April one of our adults heading out to fly some errands.

The morning the chicks left the nest was chilly with very thick fog. I hadn’t realized the chicks had hatched and spent a couple cold hours parked in the brush watching for other critters. This was as bright as the sun got that morning.

Another morning without sun. The chicks are two weeks old.

Feeding time for the two and a half week old chicks.

One of the chicks tackling a horned pout almost as large as the chick.

By the end of July, Mrs. Weston had disappeared. Dad was still around and occasionally faced off against an intruder. Mom wasn’t seen again. I could ID the remaining loon as Dad as he would yodel at the intruder.

The encounters with the intruder were brief, but intense. Here’s Dad lunging at the intruder. The intruder left the pond shortly afterwards.

In the third week of August, the chicks were working hard to get airborne.

Success! Soon after they learned to circle the pond, they’d disappear for days at a time, apparently scouting the other ponds in the area before returning to spend a few days on their pond.

Both chicks fledged, but I fear we lost Mrs. Weston.

The Middletons

Both of the Middletons were banded in 2024. Dad returned to the pond on schedule – but was keeping company with an unbanded loon. She stuck around a couple weeks. Between my visits, Mrs. Middleton reappeared and stayed to hatch and raise one chick.

An intruder regularly flew in to challenge Mrs. Middleton. The intruder wasn’t banded but it seems a safe assumption it was the female that was on the pond early in the spring. On this early June morning, Mrs. Middleton has driven the intruder from the pond. And the escape route took her close to my kayak.

Mrs. Middleton stretching on another beautiful spring morning.

But the intruder kept returning to challenge Mrs. Middleton. Here’s Mrs. M. explaining, once again, the intruder should go away. The challenger grew more persistent as the season progressed.

Both of the Middletons are attentive parents and shared equally in taking care of the chick, ‘Littleton.’

Littleton riding along on Mom’s back. This never gets old.

OK, I’m anthropomorphizing but, come on! – tell me that doesn’t look like a proud parent.

Loon pairs often preen at the same time. Rarely do they finish and stretch at the same time. And I’ve never seen both stretch at the same time close enough to get both birds in the frame before.

Littleton is now about four weeks old and too big to climb aboard Dad’s back. But he’s isn’t ready to adult. He tucked his head under Dad’s wing while Dad was trying to nap. Littleton was kicking slowly, spinning the pair in a lazy circle.

Here, Littleton is about five weeks old. He can find food for himself and his parents are encouraging him to do so. But, like teenagers everywhere, he still wants his parents to feed him. Grabbing Dad’s neck is a subtle hint he wants to be fed.

In August, the intruding loon drove Mrs. Middleton from the pond. She landed on a paved road near the pond. A passing motorist knew about the Loon Preservation Committee and reported it. LPC sent a biologist out to capture and examine her. She didn’t appear to be injured and was relocated to a nearby unoccupied (by loons) pond. Sadly, she died a few days later.

Littleton continued to grow. Dad moved on in the first week of September, leaving Littleton on the pond.

In the second week of September, I found Littleton foraging and practicing his flying. I spent the morning watching him and exploring the pond to see who else was about. There’s a tiny cove on his pond. I pulled in there to see who might be in the reeds. When I headed in, Littleton was a few hundred yards down the pond on his own. I spent several minutes checking things out in the reeds – without finding anything. When I turned to head back out on the main part of the pond, Littleton was sitting just a few feet behind my boat. I sat still and he spent some time foraging in the shallow water. He tried on these weeds, but seemed to decide they were too ostentatious.

After Littleton moved away enough to let me move my boat, I headed back to the main part of the pond. With Littleton following.

It was getting time for me to head home. I took one last look around the pond with my binoculars. While I was doing that, Littleton dove and swam under my boat, making a couple loops directly under the boat. I carry a GoPro video camera, hoping to get a chance to film a loon underwater. The GoPro was still in my backpack and I kicked myself. A few minutes later, Littleton again dove and swam under the boat – with the GoPro STILL in my backpack. I gave myself a good cursing. And took the GoPro out…..

This time I was ready….

Over the years, I’ve had a few occasions where the loons approached my boat much closer than you’d think they’d judged safe. Littleton was certainly deliberately interacting with me. Was he lonely? How would you tell? Is there another reason? Littleton had gotten airborne and did a lap around his pond earlier in the morning. This was the last time I saw him.

The Eastons

The chick that hatched – who became ‘Leaston’ – didn’t have any feathers on his? chest and belly. The chick spent most of the time just sitting on Dad’s back. I worried about him, he seemed lethargic and didn’t fidget much. I suspect it was cold in the water. Mom was good about showing up and feeding Leaston while aboard Dad. Over a couple weeks, the feathers grew in and Leaston became more active and otherwise seemed to develop normally.

This time Leaston is aboard Mom and Dad delivers.

As his feathers grew in, Leaston started spending more time in the water.

Although Dad carried him a fair bit even after he was getting too big to ride.

While Dad babysat, Mom wandered off for her own breakfast and a stretch.

Dad handing off a horned pout almost as long as Leaston.

A couple times over the season, the Eastons had to drive an intruder off the pond. Here the intruder is wing rowing away from a very annoyed Mr. Easton.

Another round of being chased by Mr. Easton took the intruder close past my boat. Shortly after this, he departed the pond.

Mom on her own again while Dad babysits.

And again on yet another morning, Dad is tending Leaston while mom takes time for herself. My suspicion is that she’s a young, really pretty loon…..

By the end of August, Leaston was more or less tending for himself. Mom scooted for the year sometime around the first of September, Dad several days later.

Leaston cruising along his pond at sunrise on the last morning I’d see him.

So, not a great year for the families. Three families fledged four chicks, and apparently we lost two adult females. Let’s hope for a better year for them in 2026.

And I missed one of the characters in my last post.

I’ll get one more post up in the next couple days with my favorite non-loon images. Hopefully before New Year’s…. but in case I’m late, Happy New Year!

Grizzlies!

On October 9, 2025 - Bears, Wildlife Photography

I’m just back from an adventure that took me from Juneau up into the Yukon. This was my first trip to Alaska. I’ll have to go back, I didn’t get to see all of it. What got me to finally get around to going was a chance to photograph the steam locomotive on the White Pass & Yukon Railway out of Skagway. Since the 1970s, I’ve been tracking down the remaining operating steam locomotives. WP&Y has been on my list for years. I’ll have a post about that when I get through editing the pix.

Watching the grizzly bears in the salmon streams has been another dream. I was able to take four days on my way to Skagway to stop in the Chilkoot Valley to watch the bears along the Chilkoot River. Chilkoot is described as ‘the poor man’s bear tour’ as it is much less expensive than getting to Brooks Falls in Katmai National Park. Katmai is where the bears in the Fat Bear Week come from. Chilkoot’s bears aren’t as big or as numerous as Katmai’s but I managed to see at least 24 individuals while I was there.

The bears in the Chilkoot Valley are brown bears. They’re the same species as grizzlies but biologists make a distinction between grizzlies that live inland and brown bears that live in the coastal region. Brown bears have access to additional sources of food – like salmon – that the inland bears don’t. Inland grizzlies live on plants, roots, grubs, and insects.

The summer season was winding down as I arrived in Haines. Hotels and restaurants were shuttering for the winter. With a web search, I got lucky and found the Hotel Halsingland. The hotel has combined two of the houses built for officer’s quarters at Fort Seward back in the early 1900’s. The interiors have been beautifully maintained as best they can after adding electric and plumbing. The proprietor was even kind enough to dig out a socket wrench to let me tighten up an errant tripod.

The ferry from Juneau dropped me in Haines in a steady drizzle with heavy, low clouds. Except when the rain turned to a downpour, that was what I got – until the very last morning I was in town.

The Chilkoot River in Haines, Alaska, on the driest and brightest day of my visit.

The river hosts three species of salmon, sockeye (aka red salmon), pink (aka humpy salmon) and silver (aka coho) salmon. And the valley is home to a number of bears. While I was there the females, or ‘sows,’ were the ones out during the day. Late evening and early morning found the males, or ‘boars’, along the river. Sows with cubs avoid the boars, boars will kill cubs of other bears.

The bears are in hyperphagia – the period at the end of the summer where they need to fatten up to survive without eating through the winter.

The star of the show was a female bear with four cubs born this year. Liters of four are extremely rare for bears. The Alaska Fish and Game Department knows her as ‘Bear 925.’ Locals call her Lulu. She seemed on a regular schedule, appearing about dawn to feed for a couple hours before retreating back into the forest, presumably to nurse and rest. She’d reappear between 10:00 and 10:30 for another meal, heading back into the forest about noon. Then about 2:00 to 2:30 she’d return for another meal before heading back into the forest. Late afternoon, she’d reappear to get a meal, departing at dusk, presumably to avoid the boars.

There were other families I saw regularly. One mother with three second-year cubs, and at least three mothers with first- and second-year twins.

On to the bears… Fair warning, there are photos of bears eating fish where we see the insides of the fish on the outside of the fish…..

Brown bear with cub on a rock — Meet Bear 925, Lulu to her friends, and one of her cubs.

Lulu’s cubs didn’t seem thrilled with the water. They’d follow her through it, but weren’t big on wading or swimming to fish.

The mothers would bring fish to the cubs along the river. Between deliveries, the cubs would sort through the piles of used fish along the banks. Salmon provide so many nutrients that the forests along salmon streams have faster and denser growth than along streams that don’t host salmon. And, they make the area stink of dead fish.

Lulu watching for fish in shallow water.

Lulu grabbing what looks like a coho salmon.

Lulu. The economy of Eastern Alaska seems to consist primarily of emptying tourist’s wallets. The locals are very efficient at this. To this end, there are several companies that offer tours to passengers on the visiting cruise ships. They’d arrive in groups from six to about 40. I was very surprised at how close they got to the bears. I figured I could outrun at least one of the tourists in the group and kept not far behind them. I’m sure the bears knew exactly where we were, but they seemed to accept people as the price of the fish.

An unwise salmon jumping in front of Lulu. That would be the last mistake that fish made.

Meanwhile, back on shore, two of Lulu’s cubs were having a tug-of-war over an old fish.

Lulu crossing the river. A good good time to use a long lens.

One of Lulu’s cubs following her across.

This cub took a longer, but drier, route.

One of Lulu’s cubs with a salmon. I missed how he? acquired it. Best guess is the salmon died after spawning and was floating downstream where the cub grabbed it.

This is a second sow. She has three second-year cubs. Her cubs were foraging for their own fish. She would still catch and provide fish for them. She also ate her share.

One of the triplets sorting through the leftovers along the bank.

After seeing that her cubs all had fish and having a couple herself, mom plunked herself down on her butt to rest.

One of the cubs going back for seconds. The white collar is common on young brown bears, often appearing in their first year and fading out in their third.

Mom finished her rest and went back to work.

The afternoon of my second day, Lulu took her cubs to the other side of the river. Since they seemed reluctant to swim, she made the obvious choice and marched across the road bridge to the other side.

Lulu kept to her schedule. No matter the species, you can recognize ‘KNOCK IT OFF!’ from mom.

Another mother with twins. And an attitude about photographers.

Her cubs were checking the leftovers on the shore while she went fishing.

One of her cubs made an unsuccessful pounce after a fish.

Sometime overnight, Lulu brought her family back on the near side of the river. Looks like a good spot for a family picnic.

One of the cubs wandered off to do some exploring.

Lulu’s cubs split up and she went downstream. This cub lost track of mom and stood up to look for her while he called. He soon figured out where everyone had gone and went to join them.

Lulu and her family reconvened for another meal.

The leftovers onshore weren’t to Lulu’s liking and she went back to fishing.

One of Lulu’s cubs ventured into the water. When he came out, he shook like a dog.

Lulu watching for salmon. The gulls were a constant presence along with lots of other waterfowl. I didn’t get many photos of them. It seemed unwise to be crouching near the bear’s food along the water’s edge – where the running water made it next to impossible to hear – while there were hungry bears about.

There were a couple dozen eagles by the river, mostly too far away for good photos.

One of Lulu’s cubs watching to see which way the family was headed.

Back on the far side of the river, one of the triplets settled in for a meal. The gulls gathered waiting for scraps.

And with time to catch the ferry out of town running low, one last shot of Lulu’s family heading back up into the forest. Sort of the ursine version of the Abbey Road Album cover?

There are still several thousand images I have yet to go through. I’ll get the steam engine posted in several days and probably a post of scenery – mostly from the ferry as we went up the Lynn Canal between Juneau and Skagway.

I still have copies of my 2026 calendar. They’re available online here. If you’re around West Newbury, I’ve got a supply in my car.

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The Loons Are Moving On

On September 11, 2025 - Herons, Loons, Wildlife Photography

We’re coming to the end of the season with the loon families. It looks like I’ve had my final visit with the Westons and Littleton is likely to leave soon. This may be the last loon post for the season. I’m going to try to get out a couple more times. But, I’m preparing to depart for an adventure next Thursday. One that – hopefully – will get enough photos for a few posts.

I’m still promoting my 2026 Wildlife Calendar, they’re available online at https://www.ianclark.com/product/2026-9-x12-wildlife-calendar-of-ians-photos/554?cs=true&cst=custom or if you’re local, I’ve got a supply in the car.

On to the loons, et al.

Back on the fourth, I dropped in to visit the Middletons. Dad wasn’t to be found (we lost mom in August) and Littleton was on his own. Dad has likely moved to a nearby pond for some rest and is likely to come and go from his pond for a couple more weeks.

I found Littleton in the fog, he greeted me with a nice stretch.

Loon chicks have to learn how to be an adult loon. That requires practice. Here’s Littleton practicing his? wail. The first couple tries in the morning sounded more like a subway car screeching through a sharp curve than a loon. He got better as the morning progressed.

Littleton also made a few attempts to fly. His first of the morning was pathetic – he made it about 10 feet before appearing to trip over something and splashing down. He wasn’t deterred and kept trying throughout the morning.

Littleton took a break from foraging for a quick stretch.

One more stretch….

Littleton moved further away to forage. I drifted through the one sweet spot on the pond that has cell service and took a second to check my messages.

While looking down I heard Littleton start a run to try to fly and looked up. He was headed directly at my boat. And was getting close. Very close! VERY CLOSE! Close enough for me to yell at him to watch out. He finally put the brakes on and skidded to a stop. I cropped some from the top and bottom of this shot, but side to side is the whole image as shot. After a quick stretch, he headed off to find more breakfast. I went off to see who else was still around.

The lily pads have been covered with small bugs for a couple weeks. This morning, the yellowjackets were out, apparently eating the bugs. Does anyone know what they are?

On the eighth, I headed up to visit the Eastons. It was a delightful 38° when I put in with fog coming off the pond. Mom wasn’t to be found. She has a history of scooting early and leaving dad to tend the chicks.

As I started down the pond, I passed Hank heron sitting on a small island. He was fluffed and huddled against the chill. I parked the boat, hoping he’d wait until the sun came over the hill to light the trees behind him. He had other ideas and took a few steps up the island before flying off to do heron things.

Dad and Leaston were at the far end of the pond. Leaston was demanding that dad provide breakfast. He did do a little foraging on his own when dad was slow with the next course.

Leaston waiting patiently for dad to deliver. The rim light shows the very last of Leaston’s down on the top and back of his head.

Loons will often dip their bills in the water and snort – I think they’re blowing their nose. Afterwards, they often give their head a shake – sending droplets flying.

Dad delivered a good-sized crayfish. Loons swallow them tail first – I assume they’re easier to swallow that way and less likely to pinch. This crayfish wasn’t cooperating.

Littleton held the crayfish by the claw and gave it a good thrashing.

Littleton was left holding the claw when he launched the crayfish straight up. He retrieved it and got it down.

And repeated the process with the next crayfish dad delivered.

Littleton should start to try to fly this week. I’m going to try to get back to see how he’s? doing.

Tuesday was a beautiful morning on the hill, with fog hugging the Connecticut below me. I headed off to check on the Westons.

And found their pond in thick fog. But it was chilly and there was a cold breeze, giving me the opportunity to hate the trip. I decided to wait a bit to see if the fog would lift. It started to thin and I headed up the pond to find the loons. And the fog thickened. I did find one loon – briefly – in the fog. This scenario repeated a couple times.

Eventually the fog thinned enough for me to find the loon. There was only one loon on the pond and it wasn’t one of the Westons. This loon was banded, neither of the Westons are. This is probably a loon from a neighboring pond that found a quiet spot to rest for a bit. I was able to get one photo that morning. With that touch of color, it shows the season is winding down.

Yesterday, I went back to visit the Middletons. Again, I found only Littleton on the pond. He? seemed restless, swimming around and back and forth on his pond. He disappeared off into the fog, I went looking to see who else might want to be photographed.

I headed into one of the coves on the pond and heard something sizeable splash into the water. Too big for a turtle, too small for a deer. As I continued on, a soggy racoon appeared out of the brush, chattering at me. I have no idea what the chatter meant, but I’m fairly certain there’s now a curse on my family.

A doe and a pair of fawns were in the brush along the shore, poking their heads out randomly, never long enough for me to photograph. A pair of pileated woodpeckers worked the trees along the shore – staying hidden or in deep shadows.

Eventually, a pair of what I think are first year wood ducks appeared and spent some time foraging.

I heard Littleton make a few practice flights, getting as far as flying most of the way across the small pond. I headed down the pond to another cove that has an easy way to let me ground the boat and get out and duck behind a tree… Littleton was out on the main part of the pond when I pulled in. When I got back in the boat and got turned around, I was looking for him in the pond. It took me a few seconds to realize he’d followed me into the cove. I backed up and grounded the boat to watch.

Littleton came into the cove and set to foraging in the weeds in the shallows, bringing a few up with him when he surfaced.

Not every loon looks good wearing a weed crown, but Littleton has a certain savoir faire that let’s him pull it off. It was getting time for me to head in, so I set sail out of the cove.

Littleton came with me. We can’t know what wild birds are thinking, but the next few minutes made me suspect that Littleton was lonely and wanted some company.

Another shot of Littleton as he followed me.

After hanging out near my boat for several minutes, he headed off along the shore again.

A few minutes later, an adult loon flew relatively low over the pond and made a tight loop overhead over Littleton. Littleton let out a wail – a good, adult sounding wail. The other loon didn’t answer and continued on his way. He was too far away for me to see any bands. Could this have been dad checking on him? Maybe encouraging him to try to fly? Or just a random loon on the way to somewhere else?

Littleton headed back my way and gave a nice flap.

Littleton sat 20-25 feet from my boat for a bit before diving and swimming a couple circles under my boat. I had my GoPro – packed in my backpack. I cursed myself for not having it out and having missed the encounter. But, I didn’t get the camera out. Littleton repeated the dive and circling under the boat. I may have used strong words. And then I got the camera out. The next time Littleton dove, I was ready. And the next….

He surfaced close to the boat, and stayed a couple minutes before swimming downwind across the pond.

Once on the far side of the pond, he turned into the wind and started running…….he’s almost up!

He’s up! He made a strong flight around the pond. He was able to get up to treetop level of the trees around the pond. A good start, but he’s got to get higher to get over the hills around the pond. He’ll be able to do that very soon. Even more impressive than the flight was the smooth landing with a skid to stop.

The adult loons in our neighborhood usually stick around, more or less, on their territory until the last week of September or the first few days of October. I suspect they’ll show up now and then until the end of the month. The chicks usually move on about a week or 10 days after the parents leave. Most of New England’s loons will make their way to the Atlantic for the winter. Most will stay between Cape Cod and Maine. Some will venture down further south. And, there are always a few that are adventurous and can show up anywhere.

I’m going to try to call on the Eastons again before I head out, but this is likely the last of story for this season.

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