What I notice most this morning is the silence from the redwing blackbirds and marsh wrens. Since April their voices have been an almost constant in the marsh, but for the last 2 weeks they seemed to have gone still. I suppose, their mates chosen, nests built, eggs laid and hatched, they are just getting on with it - the big hoopla having subsided. I put in from a lesser used spot on the burial island. A few of the scent mounds have been freshly splashed and as I exit the east marsh, I find a male redwing blackbird picking bugs off of the lotus pads and silently confirming his existence. The water is very low now, and the canoe moves laboriously, the physics of a bow wave meeting a shallow bottom with no place to dissipate.
|immature sora rail|
Along the north shore I find an immature sora rail, a bird I've never seen before. It is walking close to shore on the lotus pads and does not hurry away when I stop to watch.
I continue on to the south end of the dead lake.