Back in the later days of April, I headed to Grass Lake, a favourite spot that almost always has something there for me to find and enjoy. I wasn't there long when I heard the familiar, buzzy, two syllable calls of Virginia rails talking one to another. I crawled down the steep slope of the grassy bank towards the newly growing cat tail bull rushes and waited for movement and quick glimpses of this usually concealed bird.
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Virginia Rail hiding in the vegetation. |
It took a while, but I was rewarded...
As I was heading out, a muskrat left the same area I had been watching. Maybe he had been watching me the whole time too... I hadn't noticed him till I went to leave.
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Muskrat |
Till next time...
Keep enjoying HIS handiwork.
Wow! fantastic photos!
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