The road that runs between Essex and Deep River Connecticut passes by, and over, one of the marshes and inlets of the Connecticut river. This is the type of place you pass and your head swivels around trying to see everything.
Finally the other day we stopped the car and got out. It really is a beautiful spot. I don’t know what took us so long to visit here.
Off in the reeds movement finally gave away the position of a Great Egret. Even being a bright white they still blend in perfectly.
Our patience, this time, allowed us to catch several shots as he flew off to another part of the marsh.
Feeding these young Swallows is a fast paced non stop project.
We stopped by the Riverside Cemetery in Essex Connecticut. The grounds are not huge however they sit right on the Connecticut river on an inlet close to where the river widens and finally gets to the ocean (Long Island Sound).
There are trails here, benches, and people are invited to walk through the grounds, or sit and enjoy the quiet.
Along the river’s edge nesting boxes of Swallows sit with the tall trees and marble benches. We watched and photographed the birds for an hour or so. They didn’t seem to mind us as long as we kept a reasonable distance.
There is a area along the Connecticut river that we like to walk through when the mosquitoes allow. Most of the land is owned by the power company, a smaller part owned by a long closed (and sadly polluted) manufacturer, the last section is town owned. Farm land runs along side this stretch of river adding a great marsh and woodlands.
This year several Bald Eagles have taken this area as part of their hunting grounds. And of course I came along as part of the deal.
Yesterday I was lurking around looking for any opportunity when one of the adult Eagles flew from the far side of the river, with crows in hot pursuit.
Even with a 500mm lens and monopod I could not get any images. I tried, about 100 times, over a 2 hour period. Finally my camera battery near dead and the chaos silent I gave up.
I don’t know how, but I caught a slight movement along the middle of the river up stream.
I think he took pity on me after standing on the rocks all that time. There was no hurried flying, just gliding back down the river towards the privacy of Gildersleeve island. I was finally able to get my few photos after all.
Egrets, and many other wading birds have their knees on backwards. OK, that’s not the technical term, but the best I could find. Besides helping them walk in shallow water what it really does is give them attitude! Sit back and watch one for awhile.
They seem to slowly stroll around a lot as if they didn’t have a care in the world. I once watched a Great Egret strut right by a huge alligator with no sign of concern. Nothing happened so I assume this is normal for them.
After photographing as many birds as I have there are times perfectly good opportunities are passed by. After all how many similar photos does a wildlife portfolio really need.
For me there obvious exceptions. An Egret ‘strutting it’s stuff’ is one of them.