
Howdy Folks,
As usual, its been a long time since I’ve seen you here as I continue to share most of my photography on my public site, also Nature Frames, on Facebook. I thought today would be a great time to check in and share some images of a pair of hooded mergansers that have been visiting our pond over the last few weeks.
It all began over a week ago when I was in my turkey chair hide at the edge of the pond, waiting for wood ducks and other critters as the sun was just coming up. I couldn’t believe my eyes when a pair of hoodies dropped out of the sky and splashed down, right at my feet! By the way, their wings make a dramatic drumming sound as the pressure wave from their intense flapping just before touchdown reflects off the water. I never noticed it before when I hunted ducks many years ago.

Once the pair was on the water, the waiting game began as it was still much too dark to get a good shot. I tried not to move at all as I waited because our pond is only about a quarter acre in size so I was very close to my subjects. By the way, in 20 years of photographing ducks at the pond, this was the first time I had ever seen mergansers.
As I waited for better light, the male continuously put on a show for the female in an effort to stir her interest in mating. At first it was to no avail as she chased him across the pond, nipping at his tail feathers every time he tried to approach her.
After about 30 minutes, I finally had enough light to make some decent images and a short while later, the female finally allowed the male to mate with her. I think the male was as surprised as I was when they finally got down to the business of making more mergansers. And the light was perfect when the time finally came!

Both the drake and hen seemed happy to have done their part to continue the species as they jumped up on logs and began stretching, preening and napping.


This morning I was back at the pond when a lone hen merganser dropped out of the sky and splashed down with that wonderful drumming sound right before she hit the water. I waited for her mate but he never arrived. I don’t even know if it was the same hen, but she stayed around for about an hour. The final images are of the female as she approached my hide as close as any duck ever has before.


This is my favorite time of year as I try to juggle my effort among gobblers, warblers and waterfowl. Every morning has so many possibilities, I can hardly sleep the night before.
Love to all,
DB


















