Besides all of the excitement, I am pushing an immature bald eagle in short flights along the forested shoreline. Then, I spot a mature bald eagle, and then a second mature. As I leave the top of Goose Bay for the narrower marsh passages I spot all three of those eagles together in a tree. The matures leave first, then the immature. An osprey flies over quite high. An egret flies up against the forest background, but that action is a 1/2 hour away by canoe. I ponder why evolution would end up with a bird with such poor camouflage. Perhaps to a fish an egret looks like a cloud. There's always a good reason.
I end up in that farthest reach of the cove not too far from where Ely's Ferry Road cuts across the top. I pass a solo goose, but if it has a nest mate nearby I am not smart enough to read the sign. I continue in and in another 100 yards I spot an odd clump in the flattened dead cattails. I spot the neck, low...lower than the body... another nest. The goose remains motionless as I pass.
Lords Cove, Connecticut River