An Undrained Swamp

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We walk in a temple of green. If I was a perfumer I would describe the aroma as a blend of sawdust from mulched dead ash trees, blackened leaves dribbling at water’s edge warmed with pine needles and finished with a hint of irises and clover.

Night Crested Heron

Black Crowned Night Heron

The water birds are blase about our presence. Two common mergansers with their punk rock feathers streaming from the back of their heads sit placidly on the shore as we approach. Further in the green glow of underbrush a Black Crowned Night Heron holds his pose giving us his profile. A pair of Wood Ducks confidently ignore us as we tiptoe closer to take their photo.

Above us the birdsong is the sound of a tuning symphony. I can’t pick out a single note that I recognize.

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Mud Lake – an undrained swamp in the heart of Ottawa.

 

An American Goldfinch undulates from tree to tree. Five dive and swoop across a small clearing as though the sun released a few rays and turned them into birds

Irises

Imagine the smell.

Cedar Waxwings leap into the air in a weird see-saw flight from branch to branch. They reach up with their beaks to catch insects and then slap their wings together, which sound like fingers snapping, and then see-saw to the opposite tree whistling as they go. I’ve never heard their call before nor have I seen them feeding on anything other than seeds in our backyard feeder.

I feel like a birdwatcher again. It makes me happy to pay attention to something else other than work and worries.

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Swamp monster

 

 

 

 

 

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