Rounding the point I begin by flushing and pushing at least two black crowned night herons up the shore. They move from tree perch to tree perch as I approach, then fly across the lake and let me pass.
|black crowned night heron|
I get out a bit over an hour with not much change in sight other than a stiff wind developing that will make the return into some work. Working against the wind on the return keeps my mind off of "it".
Lake Zoar, Housatonic River.