Last weekend offered a beautiful opportunity to wander about White Rock Lake like some kind of naturalist vagabond. Heavy rains from the prior week’s thunderstorms had given way to clear skies, comfortable temperatures and energetic wildlife.
The floodplain still under significant amounts of water, this mated pair of blue-winged teals (Anas discors) played coy each time I approached. I still was able to capture this photograph from a distance as they watched me with suspicion.
The bridge across Dixon Branch houses a thriving flight of barn swallows (Hirundo rustica). While many of their friends flitted to and from the bridge with nesting materials, this pair sat quietly in the shade and watched, almost as though they couldn’t believe the others didn’t stop to enjoy the morning.
I spent a great deal of time chasing this killdeer (Charadrius vociferus) across the floodplain. I only wanted to take a picture, yet it dashed about with abandon, taking flight in brief fits that carried it a bit further away, then a little further, and then further still. In truth, it wasn’t avoiding me so much as busying itself with finding a meal.
This male red-winged blackbird (Agelaius phoeniceus) turned his beak up at me when I stood next to the tree in which he perched. He’d glance down occasionally, but mostly he just looked away, giving me the snobbish treatment for interfering with his lady chasing.
Along the northern shore of Sunset Bay where I stood watching sailboats fight the strong winds (some of them losing the battle with overturned boats and collisions), a spotted sandpiper (Actitis macularia) dashed by me before turning around to see if I would pursue it. Despite having the sun directly in my face as I captured this moment, I thought this peppy little bird made for a good subject.
And what is a bird post without a male great-tailed grackle (Quiscalus mexicanus). Ubiquitous around these parts, he looked rather dashing as he strode through the white clover enjoying breakfast.