It was just four years ago that an old man at Ridgefield handed me a pair of binoculars so I could see my very first cranes. It was pretty much all over for me after that.
It was a hunting day so Rentenaar Road was kind of a bust, as were other spots. I took the dogs to the beach and got to see a man letting it all hang out in the clothing optional section. Lucky me.
Yesterday afternoon I went up to Ridgefield for the first time in months. I forget how close you can get to the herons and the egrets there, like this burping fella:
There were over a dozen egrets hunting in one of the fields, allowing me to watch almost nonstop vole-slaying action.
Yum yum. And a few other birds from the refuge...