The Skagit Valley, about a 3 hour drive east of Sequim (including a ferry ride), is a winter birding hotspot. I’d seen terrific photos and videos of great masses of snow geese and swans in the flooded agricultural fields. It seemed a practical way to see what I could learn about shooting birds by paying a visit. This scene greeted us not long after we arrived in LaConner, a sweet little town at the edge of the Skagit Valley.
We roamed the valley for a couple of days. This was as close as we could get to large groups of birds. We found many smaller flocks of swans not far from the road, feeding, resting, honking, and bugleing.
This was a group of hundreds. A wide angle lens would have done it more justice but I was still excited by the sight.
We took a short winter trip to the Skagit Valley recently. It is an agricultural region north of Seattle. In the spring there are vast fields of tulips and daffodils and other crops. In the winter many flooded fields are temporary homes to migrating birds. We went bird hunting but also enjoyed the beauty of the area. So we’ll be exploring another part of Washington state in coming days.
For those who wonder, the white behind the trees is either low clouds, controlled burns, or chimney smoke. It’s too wet for wildfires.
Remembering Martin Luther King, Jr. today as he is honored on this national holiday: a brave, thoughtful, and articulate leader.
I was trying to photograph a fence and kept hearing branches rattling. “Am I knocking into something?” I wondered. I moved over. Kept hearing it. I’m embarrassed to admit how long it took me to look up and find this downy woodpecker.
It was a very windy day at Dungeness Bay. I saw a grey mass bobbing in the bay. When I zoomed in I discovered ducks…dozens and dozens of them. You know, uhm, birds of a feather and all that.
DH’s keen eye caught this variation on a mailbox as we zipped by. I’m glad we went back. Recognize it? It’s an old cement mixer.
I hope you’re not sick of swans yet. If the photography gods are smiling you may see more of them, and other migrants, soon.
I love the winter effect of a shorn field.