Bantam Lake, Bantam River and Butternut Brook

I wanted to return to the Bantam and explore farther up Butternut Brook than I did on my last trip.  The day is cloudy - a solid and somewhat dark overcast with the temperature in the 50's and climbing not too much more.  But, there is little wind this time, so I can set out from the bottom of the lake.

It is an ordinary lake, but I don't paddle lakes too often in this area.  I tell myself as I start that I might see Oprah's pontoon boat, or Paul and Edie's matching Wave Runners, or Dustin's 15 foot aluminum Lund with a smoky 4 hp outboard.  But there seems to be no one else on the lake other than a work barge putting out docks just barely in time for Memorial Day weekend.  

Unexpected #1 is a Red Throated Loon just a 1/3 of a mile into the trip.  I usually see them earlier in the spring in the tidal rivers as they migrate north, and did not expect to see one at all.  Four birds congregated out in the center of the lake notify me by calling that they are Common Loons.  I'm sure that I've never seen four all together like that.  I also get the rare diving Great Blue Heron - it launches itself off of the end of a dock and nabs a palm-sized flat fish.  The Heron flies a few feet to another dock and begins to choke the fish down.  If you've seen this before, no doubt you wonder why you don't see dead Great Blue Herons with fish jammed in their throats. 

Approaching the lowest dam on Butternut Brook

I head down the Bantam a short ways before turning up Butternut Brook.  The first beaver dam has recent wood additions (since my last trip).  This time, I cross it and continue up.  I flush a large White Tail Deer.  The second dam looks less maintained and although it is solid, it is also rather porous.  Beaver do pack mud into the dams to make them hold water.  The third dam is a ruin.  The brook at this point is getting fairly narrow and looking less like a marshland brook and more like a drainage canal.  A tangled log jam where the brook is barely 4 feet across is the end of the ascent - maybe a few hundred feet short of the route 202 bridge, just short of a mile from the lake.  I spot a couple Sandpipers.  I think they are Stilt Sandpipers on migration.  The white rump and greenish legs stand out. 

The second dam on Butternut Brook

I return to the lake and paddle over to the where the Bantam enters, and head up.  Lots of beaver sign, of course, a few more Great Blue Herons, a couple of muskrats.  I cross 3 dams to get up to Little Pond, although the 3rd dam is awash - a result of the newer second dam.  I continue up beyond Little Pond, which eventually enters a golf course before coming to a log jam.  I'm about 3 miles up the Bantam, and this will make for a 5 hour trip, so it seems a good point to head out. 

 

Ground Hog Day

It's the middle of a short springtime heat wave that will, as it often happens, bring afternoon gusty winds.  I start early, stay close to home, and plan to be off the water before the temperature climbs into the 80's.

I set out from O'Sullivan's Island near the top of the tidal section of the Housatonic.  The tide is well out and very low today.  Right away, I can spot extensive gravel bars upstream that I don't remember from past trips.  So, I head upriver toward the Shelton Dam.

I am surprised to find that the deep water channel is so serpentine.  The other surprise is the number of birds.  I count 8 or maybe 10 Great Blue Herons, a Black Crowned Night Heron, a Green Heron, half a dozen Mergansers, a few Mallards, an Osprey, and a completely unexpected ground hog.  

They, except the ground hog, are mostly busy fishing the shallows around the exposed gravel bars.  Looking down into the deep water, I spot more than two dozen large fish - which I guess are striped bass.  They seem to be in the couple hundred yards near the three bridges that cross the river in this section.

I head up to the island below the dam before turning back down.  When I get to the mouth of the Naugatuck, I head up a short ways.  From everything I've seen, the Naugatuck is shallow and bony and probably fairly steep over much of its length.  It also seems hard to access with a canoe, which is why I say "from everything I've seen".  I can't get much more than 200 yards up before running into fast and shallow water, which is no surprise. 

The Shelton Dam

I head down river again.  It is really quite peaceful today.  Low tide is a trip in the first couple of decades of the industrial revolution.  Old pilings, old bridge foundations, rotting pier remains, and a long wooden seawall stand out from the forested riverside.  The seawall is pinned with square steel bars, not the round rods that one might expect from a more modern construction.  The square bars are just about the same dimensions of railroad spikes, except for the length of course.  It is easy to imagine that a railroad spike producer might have gotten a contract to make the bars for the seawall.  The seawall is , no doubt, pretty old and survives because it is submerged most of every day.

I spot a couple more Great Blue Herons and a few Great Egrets below Two Mile Island, where I turn around and head out.

Housatonic 1

I've been in the car too much this week, so although it is a super fine day, I stay close to home and make do with familiar waters.

I put in from O'Sullivan's Island, which is near the top of the tidal reach of the Housatonic, and head down river following the west shore.  It is sunny, maybe 70F, and windier than predicted, although this might be due to the local geography.  

I pass a few boats here and there. Mostly, they are fishermen, but there are a few of the goofball variety.  But overall, it is fairly peaceful.  

The wind is coming stiff up the river once I get down a couple of bends.  I'll check the weather report later, but that only shows that it is blowing 6-9 mph at the ariport, which is a good 4 miles downriver.  It is pretty darn close to 20mph where I am at.

I cross the river a 1/4 mile below Wooster Island and return following the east shore.  This side is in the wind shadow, so I don't get too much of a tailwind, and the wind overall dies down in the last mile or so. 

Gray Weather in the Wheeler Marsh

There were things to do and it took a while for me to get going, so it was a late start and a put-in on the far side of town.  The tide was on its way out, so it was an easy and quick paddle down to the marsh. It is overcast with a chance of thunderstorms, but from the looks of it, not much of a chance, yet.  The temperature is in the upper 50's with no wind.

I head into the Nell's Island maze.  It starts to sprinkle.  I put on my rain gear as I have already got one fine soaking earlier this week.  This time I use science - it is a well known fact that if you put your rain gear on, it will not rain.  This theory does work and although it is not instantaneous, the sprinkle dissipates during the next 20 minutes.  I find my way through the maze with no trouble even though my solution seems to have some segments that are new to me.  I end up where I am going.  Spot several Willets in the maze.  

Coming out of the maze a large flock of Black Bellied Plover flushes on the other side of Nell's Channel.  I suppose it to be a hundred birds.  Near Milford Point are about 200 Brandts.  Looking out over the marsh, there are flocks of Plovers and Sandpipers moving around - far too distant to be identified though.  I come east across the mud flat section, well away from where most of the birds should be, but I want to check out some of the tiny islands along the way. All the way over to the east side, I get an up close view of a Black Bellied Plover, a Least Sandpiper and a Semipalmated Plover.  The Egrets seem to be over here on the east edge.  I can see a dozen all at once - half Snowys and half Greats.  

Semipalmated Plover

I head up Beaver Creek - not too much going on in there other than a 2nd Year bald Eagle.  It is in that mottled plumage between a dark first year and a mature with white head and tail feathers.

Least Sandpiper

I head back upriver passing a Green Heron and 2 Yellow Crowned Night Herons along the way.

It has been a good trip. My part of the world is right side up again. 

By accident, I lock my keys in my car. I think about it for a few minutes. Then, I find a wiffle bat in the weeds. I stomp the wiffle bat flat, which splits the brittle plastic.  Then finish whittling it with my pocket knife into a crude 3/4 inch wide strip  so that I have 30-some inch strip of stiff plastic.  I slip it in the top of the door and push the door lock button.  It takes less than 10 minutes.  It feels like a notable accomplishment.

Plover Day

I headed down river from the usual spot for a quick paddle around the Wheeler Marsh.  It is in the upper 60's, the tide has been rising for about an hour and a half, there is no wind, and the sky is dramatic without being threatening.  It looks like it might rain some time later, or not, depending on which way the clouds move.

I head down Nell's Channel.  Near the lower mouth of that channel is a flock of 75 Brandts.  As I head towards Milford Point, I spot 6 Oyster Catchers that are staying together as a small flock, and another 75 Brandts.  Brandts are all around today and I figure I will see about 300 by the time I head out.

As I cross the mudflat area, with about 8 inches of water, I spot a Black Bellied Plover.  I get a photo of a second one, and photograph a distant handful of sandpiper type birds that turn out to be Semi-Palmated Plovers. This is the first time this spring that I've seen the Plovers. Both types are migrating through to farther north nesting grounds.

Black Bellied Plover

I head up the east side and back, riding the flood current. 

Semi Palmated Plover

A Rain Day

I put in at Indian Well.  Rain was predicted one hundred percent, but it was far less windy than the previous days.  There was also a chance of thunderstorms, which is one of the reasons I put in on this section of the Housatonic as it is in a forested valley and if need be, I can stand on shore and be very much not the tallest thing in the area.  In fact, I have sat out a thunderstorm here before.

It is overcast and rather dark.  Aside from some bass boat dudes that are fishing in the opposite direction, no one else is on the water.  I head upstream with a light tailwind.  I spot a pair of yellow Warblers, which stand out from the fifty Sparrows that, no doubt, I've passed without seeing more than one or two.  I did not see it until I was directly underneath, but a large immature Bald Eagle flushes and heads upriver.  Immatures are larger than young mature Eagles, having thicker and longer feathers.

The waterline on shore shows that the dam people are letting a good amount of water out.  The old waterline is about a foot higher than current. lI spot a good sized mature Bald Eagle. 

I get up to the easy whitewater below the dam.  I only get about halfway up before calling it.  It is so dark that I can't see submerged boulders unless they are creating a wave, and I know there are some that I'd rather not hit.  It starts to rain.  It is nice that the rain has held out until I am halfway through an out-n-back trip.    

It rains steady as I paddle against a light headwind all the way back to my put-in.  It's pretty wet, but it is not cold, and there has not been any thunder and lightning.  Not a bad day at all. 

Just a Clever Ruse

A moderate wind was predicted for the day, but I suspected a clever ruse and headed to smaller waters.  I put in on the Menunketusuck at the usual spot and headed down river.  The tide was all the way out and I picked my way through the narrow deeper channel for a hundred yards or so.  There is nothing like scrapping the canoe on oyster and mussel shells to encourage some thinking. After that, there is plenty of depth. It is sunny, in the upper 50's and yes, it is windier than predicted, clever ruse confirmed. (the wind is 15 to 18 mph and gusting to 25)

This river is Little Blue Heron and Glossy Ibis territory.  Of course, there are other birds, but this is one of the best places to come to spot those first two.  There is a rookery island in the sound not far away and this is a good feeding zone for them.

Willet

There are lots of Yellow Legs, pretty much can see at least one at most any time during the trip.  I spot a few widely scattered Willets.  There's always a few, but this is not a major nesting site like the East River.  Add a few Mallards and frequent sightings of tiny Least Sandpipers, and high overhead is a mature Bald Eagle soaring and circling over the forest that leads to Opera Singer Point.  I first imagine that it might be hunting as its soaring location gives it a good view of two fingers of this three-pronged marsh.  But, it drifts with the wind off to the east. It was just a clever ruse to get some free mileage. 

Least Sandpiper - about the size of a wren

I paddle down to the railroad bridge and then head back to go over into the west arm of the marsh.  I've been out a short hour and I spot my first Glossy Ibis flying past.  Then a second and a few more.  So, they are around.

Glossy Ibises

Over in the far end of the west arm, I pause to reset my camera, which has ended up with a bunch of weird settings... a result of fumbling with it while paddling.  There are a good many terrapins, often sunning in groups of 8 or 10 on the exposed mud bank.  They spot my arrival from a surprising distance and slide off into the water.  Then, a flock of fifteen Glossy Ibises fly in and settle about 75 yards away.  As I head out, another group of thirteen comes in.  I'm not sure why they are showing up all of a sudden.  Maybe it is the temperature, or the tide coming in, but here they are.

Glossy Ibises

I head up the east arm.  There are several Snowy Egrets and Great Egrets.  I have to look cloely at the Snowys as young Little Blue Herons are very similar.  The wind is increasing and I head back.

No Little Blue Herons today, but a good number of Glossy Ibises.