One of this week's stops with Ann yielded this spectacular male Hooded Merganser that put his magic spell on me, so much so that I returned a few days later, spending three full hours sitting next to a dead fish carcass under a bridge (!) taking photos of him, so here goes:
...taking a sip of water:
The Hooded Merganser is the smallest of the three that we have here in North America:
...he still looks amazing with his crest down:
...a view of a foot, both of which were constantly moving underwater, even when he was snoozing:
I was saddened to learn that he's a bit of a bum when it comes to parental responsibilities, as he ditches the female after only a few weeks of bonding, at the onset of incubation:
Several Mallards kept me amused during the Hoodie's snooze sesssions:
...an occasional breeze gave the Hoodie a tousled look:
...a nasty wake-up call by a Mallard on a collision course upset him:
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