Was a little bummed when I saw the waterfowl reports for the place boyfriend and I were going to on Sunday. Way way down, we missed most of the migration. But BF had a great time, and I got to see (kind of gross, whited out) a bald eagle eating his lunch in the tree, complete with little feathers falling down. Also, a bald eagle was in a tree right off the side of the road. Another one, just out of juvenile plumage, came in to land in the next tree over, and the first one chittered at him. It's such a rare sound to hear, and it was perfect. We followed the road around, and the barely-mature bald eagle kept flying to the next tree up, right along the road. I didn't get any good photos (he was a bit too far out), but it was an amazing experience.
And though the waterfowl had mostly passed along on their migration, I still got BF interested in going back next year, earlier in the season. He wants to see the migration in full swing. I mean, yes, there were still 53,000 waterfowl there, but at the peak, there's nearly 235,000. And that doesn't count the shorebirds or the eagles.
I left my camera at my apartment, so I won't be able to look at the pictures until Tuesday when I get the memory card to my laptop, but I'm sure I got at least a few good shots.