Thick mist shrouded the marsh. The surface of the water was white with residual ice. Shimmering wound through where ducks had swum. Faint outlines of trees hovered on the banks.
A few mallard ducks murmured quietly among the reeds. Otherwise, the woods were hushed. Then, I spotted a large shape in a misty treetop. I zoomed in. An eagle! As I tried to focus on it, another swooped in and landed nearby.
We made our way around the marsh to try to get a closer look at the pair. Bushwhacking with Chuck tethered to my waist is not easy, but we managed to get close enough for a decent view before the birds had enough of our clumsy approach and moved off to a distant perch.
