Thereβs something about the quiet of the morning water that makes everything feel a bit more clear. Who else prefers the "golden hour" for birding? π¦
Below 18Β°F.
Snow falling sideways, haze hanging low, and the lake restless with choppy water.
Most things were looking for shelter, but this Gadwall π¦, in front of my lens, stayed riding the cold like it belonged to it. Quiet resilience in the middle of a winter storm.