Yesterday while running errands, I stopped at a lake where I often see a good variety of ducks in winter and during migration. I didn’t see too many birds (one lingering bufflehead, a dozen common mergansers, a few ring-billed gulls, one HY bald eagle), but the quiet beauty of the place was worth the stop.
Though it was unseasonable warm yesterday (61˚F), the nights have been cold enough to produce some ice on the lakes and ponds. It’s thin ice, though, and under the combined influence of the sun and wind, it is easily broken and pushed up against the lakeshore.
I found it very beautiful.