The lagoons were quiet, even empty in some places. In the absence of sunshine, all the colours were muted. .
|First lagoon, around 2 PM.|
|The highlight of the afternoon was finding a barred owl sleeping in a tree not far from the trail.|
|Eagle watching the horizon.|
|Bufflehead, the brightest sight of the day.|
|Mallards sleeping on a background of swirly shadows.|
|Ah! Stained-glass colours. All they need is a ray of sunlight.|
|The male wood duck was happy to pose. His mate, not so much.|
|A timid towhee dashes out for a seed, then hides in the underbrush again.|
|A bit of warm colour, mini suns on a mossy log.|
In the parking lot, I made our visitor wear that warm sweater. "I'm fine," she said, but I insisted. We compromised on the tuque: it could stay in the car. An hour later, walking in a stiff breeze on the outer trail, she admitted, reluctantly, that she was beginning to feel the cold. We headed back, and I walked her into the warm sanctuary store to recover.
Much later, after I'd posted her photos on Facebook, she commented. "Ohhhh my God, it was freezing!!!"
It's all in what you're used to. I have been complaining that it's too warm. Maybe I need to adjust my expectations.