Before reaching the great marsh, I spot two adult swans with three cygnets, one of which has been born white while the other two are the usual grey. I have never seen a white cygnet. They are still smaller than an adult teal as well as being quite fuzzy. I suppose that they are not more than a week old.
The open marsh is in full green...no space between the plants, it is just stuffed with cattails, wild rice and others with names I can't remember. Wetlands like this produce more biomass per area than any other ecological land classification.
We have a visitor this week and everything is plans and talk. I contrast that to the canoe trips that I have taken others on. And, while I can chatter a blue streak at the beginning...my duty to key my friends into what they are seeing or what they should've noticed, eventually I do go silent and let them find things by themselves. These silences in the canoe are some of the best conversations that I have ever had. The silences do much to cement good friendships.
|yellow breasted flycatcher...first time I've seen one|
I prefer to have the important parts of my day reveal themselves rather than have them show up as planned.