The edge of a thunderstorm dumped on us as we left the house on our way to places east. It was still raining, although lightly when we set out near the mouth of the Connecticut River. Still, there were dark clouds to the west and while I do not mind rain, lightning is a completely different matter from the seat of a canoe.
It rained steady and reasonably hard as I steered us downriver and then upriver into the Black Hall sliding just barely over the shallows in the shortcut knowing that that passage would not go on the return. The Black Hall River was the best option with the weather as it was. Most of it is not too wide and forested with a good many places to beach a canoe and seek some cover if need be.
Osprey were out in great numbers. The chicks have now begun to fly and so it gives the appearance that there are two or three times as many osprey as before. Of course, once hatched, the chicks were hunkered down low in the nests for a couple of months until they were big enough and strong enough to test their wings. S spots the young ones without much trouble, their flying imprecise and lacking the confidence that the adults have. There are, as usual here, a good number of great and snowy egrets and some terns.
The tide is ebbing, but we still have enough depth to continue up the Black Hall not turning back until we are a hundred yards short of my high point, which is where the river narrows to almost nothing where it is draining a large cattail marsh.
Rain comes and goes on the return (as it did on much of the way in) and seems to be synchronized to me taking my camera from its waterproof case.
Just after the railroad bridge we spot a juvenile little blue heron. The juveniles are white and just slightly larger than a snowy egret. In fact, there's almost no difference in appearance except that the little blue heron's legs are yellowish instead of black.