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| The lake trail (with some other guy and his sweatered bulldog up ahead) |
Good Morning, Readers. Fred and Gladys and I have been walking in the Hamilton-Trenton Marsh lately, not as a formal New Year's exercise resolution, but just 'because'. One of these days I will remember to set the pedometer app to measure the walk, but I estimate that it is about two miles: from the house, around the corner, down the hill, around the lake, up the hill, and back home. This post is more pictorial than literary, and I hope you will have the sensation that you came along with us but without the ever-so-slight ache in your calves. BTW, this area is also known as John Roebling Park, Spring Lake, and most recently, Abbott Marshlands.
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| Beaver architecture, ca. 2016 |
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| This is Spring Lake |
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| Action shot: Gladys loves the Marsh! |
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| Tree down! This tree always dreamed of being a dock. |
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| Water Snakes: usually I don't see these. |
ROOTS...
AND BERRIES...
and BIRDS:
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| Look between the Phragmites to see the Mallard |
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| Goldeneyes? Buffleheads? I think I saw some of each, but I walked away without good evidence. |
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| The soundtrack of our walk was provided by these noisy Canada Geese. |
As you can see by our walk, there's plenty of life being lived in the winter marsh. I'm not 100% sure that my bird identifications are 100% correct, but I did my best post-walk research with my Peterson and Kaufman bird guides. It is a truth universally acknowledged by birders that birds in the wild do not stand still to pose for photographers or amateur birders. What fun would it be if they did?
