Whew, we’re finally in February and mercifully The Groundhog* did not see its shadow meaning Spring is just around the corner, or so we hope. I wrote 99.9% of this post last Friday, while the rain was pouring down and now it is snowing, but I knew I’d be returning to update my tale after the Furred One’s weather prognostication.
You probably think I’m referring to Punxsutawney Phil, but I’m not, because here in SE Michigan we hang on to every action of Woody the Woodchuck, the female weather prognosticator that lives at the Howell Nature Center. * Girls rule in this department because Woody has a more accurate record than her Gobbler’s Knob counterpart who is only correct 39% of the time. Woody foresees the future weather by staying outside her little house and/or scurrying right back in – today is a gray and gloomy day with zero sun to speak of. Very scientific stuff here!
Groundhog Day is one of those fun holidays guaranteed to break up the monotony of the doom and gloom of Winter, kind of like Paczki Day where you stuff yourself with fat-laden, jelly-filled donuts just before the beginning of Lent.
But whoops, I strayed off topic a wee bit. I wanted to say that Mother Nature’s pixelations with her weather rollercoaster are not unlike my recent blog posts as I’ve taken you from Summer to Winter, then today, we’re back to Summer again.
Summer … ahhh. You know, a-seagulls-at-the-shore-kinda-day …
Clearly Mother Nature is “wingin’ it” with the weather these days.
The only wingin’ it I’ll be doing is “show-n-tell” from a walk taken on July 19, 2024.
Lake Erie Metropark has become my go-to venue for birding.
Last week I focused on the local songbirds in the snow at Council Point Park; today it is marsh birds.
This was a fun walk wherein I saw a nice collection of marsh inhabitants like the Muskrat munching on Lotus leaves.
On this walk, I added an American Bittern to my “Birding Life List”.
I mentioned a few weeks ago that I hoped to see the offspring of the resident Sandhill Cranes I see nearly every trip to this venue. I always drive to the Shore Fishing Bridge, which is where they hang out, grazing while walking about on those stilt-like legs.
I saw them, so I parked the car, knowing I could just walk to any of my favorite trails from there.
On this day they were front and center and easily accessible.
They were fighting off the Red-winged Blackbirds once again, so getting poses was non-negotiable as they were a bit frenzied. I next walked along the Cove Point shoreline, but there were no waterfowl photo ops to be found, so I returned to the car, opting to drive across the Park, rather than cross that large expanse diagonally on foot, as it was already getting warmish.
Seeking a little shade, I hopped onto the Cherry Island Trail, which is partially in wooded areas, where I was out of the direct sun, as I searched for critters to fill my camera card with.
The lovely American Lotuses were just starting to pop in some places, their white blooms filling the marsh with their beauty.
A Swamp Rose Mallow (Wild Hibiscus) gave a hint of color at the marsh …
… as did the invasive, but pretty Purple Loosestrife.
Along the shoreline while stepping closer to get some shots of the aforementioned Muskrat, I saw this peaceful scene of turtles and a duck sunbathing together.
A passel of Mallard ducklings watched me taking pictures of their pals on the log and I wished they would queue up in a less-wobbly fashion so I could say “I had my ducks in a row” but that was not the case. Their reflections make it difficult to count how many ducks were there there – I count nine noggins – how about you?
I waited to see if they would congregate in an area with more light, but they stubbornly remained in place, some gazing at me.
I peered into the marsh area as I crossed the overlook, hoping to see a few Egrets or Herons fishing for their brunch, but no such luck.
On the last leg of the Cherry Island Trail, I finally had cause to pause and get these photos of my first encounter with an American Bittern, a wading bird in the Heron family. I stood as far back from it as possible, but the walking path is narrow there and one more step backward would land me in the marsh on the opposite side.
So, here is your Bittern, albeit a bit blurry.
I swiveled my head back to the other side of the path, just as a male Moorhen, a/k/a a “Marsh Hen” glided by.
Squinting due to the sun, I could see a group of Pied-billed Grebes paddling around. It looked like a family. You saw them in the featured image and here are a few more family pics from that day …
… this is when I saw one of the youngsters park itself under a Lotus leaf as if it were a parasol, an image I shared with you last year.
Luck was already with me on this trek, so I stopped at my usual spot to look for the Mallard pair that I often feature in my Wordless Wednesday posts. They are always in a cove-like area and usually I find them companiably sitting side by side on a log. Well the drake was missing that day and it was only the hen (and a stick in my way – sigh).
At the tail end of the Cherry Island trail I was treated to a splash of yellow, a large area of wild Black-eyed Susans.
Soon I was back at the Marshland Museum where I had parked. No trip is complete without saying “hi” to Luc, the rehabbed eagle who refused to acknowledge me with a cheerful chirp, so I guess he was having an off day.
I never take my binoculars on my walks. Most of my birdwatching is through the camera lens; admittedly it is difficult to see everything and I miss things, especially small birds. Soon after taking the shots of the American Bittern, Moorhen and Pied-billed Grebe family, a woman passed me further along the Cherry Island Trail …
… she said “I hope you got some photos of that eagle that flew overhead.” I said “no, I didn’t see it even though I’m constantly searching the skies for Bald Eagles – grrr!” I guess I miss the big birds sometimes too. 🙂
Terri has been winging her way home from her sun-filled vacation and does not have a post this week. However, I am joining week two of Terri’s Two-week Challenge: Feeding and Watching the Birds.






































































































































































