When I was arriving this time, I thought I had missed it again. After all, numerous flocks of birds were exiting the refuge, flying over my vehicle. Numerous. So, I stopped on a dirt road and took some pictures of the sky, including the one above. So disappointed that the sight of the waterfowl gathering had escaped me yet again...
Rushing into the refuge, I expected to see nothing more than a few birds, but when I got to the parking lot, the noise hit me. A cacophony.
In the dictionary, cacophony is described as harsh and discordant. I would describe the bird calls as a symphonic cacophony in nature.
Before practically running the quarter mile or so to the lake where the birds were, I dropped my camera, but I knew it wasn't going to be broken. I just knew it. It seemed to have fallen to the ground as gently as if the rush of wings overhead had softened its fall.
Finally, the birds were in front of me—a larger flock than I could have dreamed of.
This time the temperature was slightly above freezing, and it seemed that different bird species were in the area. Luckily, I had l remembered an important rule...dress for weather ten degrees colder than you think it will be. The cold didn't bother me much.
The irony is that I had considered taking a birding tour about 500 miles away and likely I wouldn't have seen such a magnificent display as the one I saw not far from my home. I'm glad I kept trying, and maybe I appreciated it more because I took so long to get there.