Sitting Still in One Spot
by Keith Hendrickson
We have all been there…paddling along in our boats, quietly moving as stealthily as possible just to push whatever wildlife that is around the bend way out in front of us on to the next bend. Their survival relies on their ability to pick up on any movement and to them…our slow approach is the equivalent of a stalking predator. Despite this, we as boaters can actually use our form of transportation to see larger numbers and varieties of wildlife over those that are on foot or traveling in a motorized craft or vehicle in the right conditions.
With this in mind, I recently decided to go into an area at one of our many National Wildlife Refuges and pay attention to where there was a fair number of birds using a small area…getting to that spot in my kayak knowing I would scare everything that was there away…then parking my gear, boat, and myself somewhere up on the bank in the grass and brush in all of my camouflage, just to see if I could get a decent photo session making myself stay in one spot.

I soon found that this egret was probably the best decoy a photographer could ask for. Avocets, ibises, and many other smaller shore birds flew in and out of the location giving me fairly regular action.

Then off in the distance, I could see a pair of small ducks pitching in with their minds made up they were going to land with the other sanderlings and sandpipers. Greenwing Teal.one of my favorites.landed and began dabbling around in the mud, then sat and preened not paying any attention to my camera clicking off shots.

As the afternoon wore on, I noticed a small raccoon wading along the shoreline of a not too distant small island. As I turned to try and get a shot, he saw my movement and quickly scurried into the grass and brush. I continued to watch the teal out in front of me and then something caught my attention from the corner of my eye. That little raccoon forgot I was there and swam the short distance to my point. He had worked his way to less than six feet from me.so close; my camera wouldn't focus on him. Well I jumped back and at the same instant he saw the brush move.luckily he took off the other way! As the sun began to sit low in the sky, the light turned to a nice soft yellow and then a small flock of white ibises sat down just a few yards from me.

The number of birds using the area attracted more birds.like a big magnet pulling everything to it. Avocets moved in and out with the ibises, the egret finally decided it was time to go find some dinner, but the ducks were content just milling around. Northern Shovelers came in to see all the commotion the teal were making.males were trying their best to fight and impress the few gals that were around.and soon more Shovelers followed. They played, courted perspective mates, and preened after mock fights between each other.

Then suddenly everything became alert.and in an instant, all the birds flushed and flew off in all directions. A Northern Harrier moved in hunting for her evening meal. It soon moved on in its hunt and just as well.it was time for me to move on too and make my way back to the truck. I stowed all of my gear back in the kayak, placed the seat back into position, and pushed off.happy I decided to sit in one spot and just blend with all that was around me.

