Prehistoric Battle
My morning started pretty much the same as yesterday. I took to the vantage point on the protruding tree trunks by the edge of the lake. I had a good sight of Lakeside Park from there and also of the trees on the bank. That was the plan, to capture the first rays of the sun as they hit the trees and hopefully snag a picture or two of the birds. I waited there with the red-winged blackbirds perched around me. They moved to the higher branches, preening themselves in anticipation of the sun: No sign of the beaver today, it must have been keeping busy on the other side. There was one lone duckling which must have hatched late. It called out for a parent as it swam across the lonely expanse. I did not hold much hope for its survival, poor thing: The other mallard ducks were feeding further down the lake's side between the two seated areas, seemingly unconcerned with the little duckling. All of a sudden, there was a huge commotion. Lots of splashing which seemed to be coming f