Every year the buffleheads stop in on their way further north. They're hard to get a picture of because they're small and they're nervous of people. They're diving ducks and I love to watch them disappear and reappear and do it all again. Find more on these marvellous creatures at this informative website from Cornell.
The mallards, however, suffer from no such camera shyness. They were among the first waterbirds I saw.
As soon as they can squeeze themselves into the narrow shoreline melt they start nibbling, heads in the water and butts in the air.
The Canada geese were a close second.
And once again there are busted bugs all over my windsheild. Truly the sights of spring.