I watched him for a while, and then took a stroll along the edge of the lake. The once familiar sounds of the Reed and Sedge Warblers were noticeably absent. I guess they’ve flown on to their wintering grounds.
One familiar sound that was very evident though, was the Cetti’s Warbler. Still taunting with his call, and still being invisible; most of the time. I sat down by a large tree where he was calling for nearly an hour. Two quick glimpses was all he allowed me, and still no picture. As frustrating as it was, I can’t help feel admiration for his elusive behaviour. I’m sure I’ll get the shot I’ve been after when he’s ready.
I did manage a quick shot of a female Reed Bunting, who thought it great fun to hang around the same tree, and appear now and then, while the Cetti called.
Looks like she has a moustache.
The long grass that was once home to hundreds of damsels, has now been cut,
and as I took some pictures, a Crow decided he’d get in on the act too.
A few Cormorants were in a small group on one of the abandoned Tern rafts,
and the grasses at the waters edge, were blowing in the welcome breeze, as the sun began warming the air.