After yet another boring sunrise at Sandy Point, I did the usual rounds, with a brief stop at Jonas Green Park, which still has no ducks, and then to Thomas Point.
There were a few Buffleheads at the point, but still no large flocks of ducks. A couple of loons and some swans helped, and I found a few smaller birds.
Sunrise at Sandy Point.
I see a lot of White Throated Sparrows, but they’re never boring.
This Cardinal was foraging near the entrance to the park.
I wonder if Common Loons have taken up residence for the Winter?
These Tundra Swans flew over the point, as they often do.
Leda and the Swan
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?