From the house you can hear GUNFIRE!!!!!
Shotgun fire can be heard from my house again. It’s waterfowl hunting season again. The time when the wild fowl’s lives are in jeopardy. I don’t keep track of what is in season to be killed….swan, pheasant, duck, geese? All I know is that everyone that gets carried out in a bags has NO chance of being photographed. Don’t get me wrong. I am not jumping up and down angry at hunters. No. If it wasn’t for them there would probably not be as many places to photograph waterfowl near my home. But it’s like this….
When leaving today after photographing a beautiful Western Grebe family the DNR agent stopped me near the gate.
“what did you pick up today?”
He asked referencing what fowl had I shot and was taking home for some reason.
“I shot a grebe family over and over and left them there for others to enjoy”
I said while pointing at my not so tiny lens sitting on the console.
He replied with a huge grin.
This Western Grebe family consisted of two “youngerlings” and a parent. I watched as the parent would dive and bring up fish for the kids. Pretty dang cool morning I would say. Even if I felt like I was in the middle of a war zone!