Diving Duck Blues
As I walked along the river, I saw a disheveled, punky little fellow gliding north along the shoreline. A male red-breasted merganser.
He glided, then dove, glided, then dove. Most of the time, I only caught the ripples.
Then I’d have to wait, and scour the area to see where the little fellow would pop up next.
This was a very active bird, who seemed to be enjoying life. I wondered what he was hunting down there. If he caught anything, I didn’t see it. But I did finally catch a few dives.
The dives are extremely fast. One moment the bird is floating along, the next moment it’s gone. I hope these shots convey a sense of the speed and power of the dives.
That “hair” just won’t stay down.
On my way back, about half a mile south, I spotted the female of the pair.
She was serene, gliding along and not diving at all.
The mergansers put me in mind of Diving Duck Blues:
“If the river was whiskey and I was a diving duck,
I’d dive to the bottom, and I’d never come up.”
Maybe that’s what was getting the little merganser so excited.
Listen to Taj Mahal tell you about it:
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