The winter factors - wind, temperature, and ice. Most of the new year has been less than good enough for canoeing. Many days were almost good, with only one of the factors out of step - sunny days with 20mph wind, calmer days with temperatures in the teens, and the dreaded 35 degree rain days. I prefer being outside on a nice 20 below zero day to being out in 35 degrees and rain.
Finally, sun and light wind with reasonably warm air. I put in under the big highway and headed down to the marsh. I know the water will be open, unlike many of my other favorite spots which will still be iced up for a few more days. The only shortcoming is that the tide is low and I won't be able to circle the big marsh.
We had a snowstorm about a week ago. It only dumped a foot of snow here, but it came with 24 hours of 30mph wind. The spartina grass in the marsh has finally been knocked down.
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Red Shouldered Hawk...maybe
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When I reach the top of the marsh I head up Beaver Creek hoping for half of the bird action that I saw on my last trip. I almost miss it - paddling in and looking ahead, and there is a Red Shouldered Hawk sitting and watching me pass from a piling not fifteen feet away. As I hit the meanders, I start spooking Black Ducks and Mallards, the usual mix that I expect in here. Then, a couple Hooded Mergansers, then a Hawk swoops in and makes a try for the hen Merganser. She dives and the Hawk immediately retreats to a tree perch a hundred yards off. The hen plays it safe, swimming low - thinking small, and near the shore so that a second attack will have to come from a predictable direction. But, the Hawk has given up for the moment. I can't identify this second hawk even though I got a pretty good look at it. It might be a dark morph of Broad Shouldered Hawk...but that level of birding is out of my range.
A couple more meanders and the low tide runs me out of water. As I turn I spot a Sharp Shin Hawk streaking through the nearby trees. I pass the Red Shouldered once again on the way out. Unusually, it is just not perturbed by my presence.
I head up and just a bit past Cat Island where I run out of tide, as I expected. A good enough trip I start back. As I leave the marsh I find a mature Bald Eagle in a high tree perch and a Common Loon working the current near the lowest bridge.