Enjoying My Kayak
Because of the much-needed rainfall this season, Smith Mountain Lake is now almost at full pond. The lake covers more shoreline than in the the past two years. Beaver and muskrat homes in the banks are no longer visible. Newly-fallen pines rest in the water, waiting for fish to hang out underneath, for birds and turtles to sun on thick trunks and branches, for raccoons to warm themselves and shop for fish.
Across the cove, I spied a bird on a dead pine. I pulled out my camera, started snapping. I paddled as close to him as I dared. Suspicious now, he cocked his head from side to side to check me out. And suddenly he raised his huge wings and flew. Because of the sun's angle, I couldn't find my subject in the camera's view finder, but I kept taking pictures. Unfortunately, I got lots of pictures of tree tops and sky, but no bird flying away.
In kayaks last fall, granddaughters Micah and Rebeca and I stalked the same bird. I checked my bird books then. At the time, I thought the bird was a double-crested cormorant. Now I'm not so sure. If any of you readers can identify this fellow, please let me know.