We walked down to the creek on Sunday to see if we could see any wood ducks. The wood ducks weren't there, which is unusual, but I wasn't expecting to get a good shot with the camera anyway. They can burst straight up out of the water, and they always see me before I see them.
The creek and surrounding sloughs are a maze of fallen-over trees, small islands, and calm eddies. Wood ducks love habitat like this.
This is the slough created by beavers, where the wood ducks often hang out and which is filled with willows, red maples and water tupelos.
This is a view downstream where the creek is wider. One time a neighbor's cow swam the creek to calf on the other (our) side. (The electric fence was probably down.) The neighbor had to swim the creek with the calf in arms before the cow would return to her home pasture. She did an excellent job of weedwacking the ditches between the pastures during her stay.
Soon the trees will be clothed in spring green, but for now the main source of the color is the play of winter sunlight on the holly tree leaves, bark and lichen.
Even if I never get a picture of the wood ducks, it's always a thrill even to just get a glimpse. I'm hoping to see a prothonotary warbler again this summer. This is also their favorite sort of habitat.