Rain, rain, and more rain pretty well sums up our stay at Kisameet this year.  On the bright side, however, we’ve never had more hummingbirds, anywhere, with often as many as five on the feeder at one time.  Since kayaking was out of the question most of the time, due to the weather, I was thankful to have something to photograph; and, their antics provided hours and hours of entertainment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One morning when I awoke, I didn’t hear the pitter patter of rain, so I suited up, launched my kayak, and set out looking for photo ops.  This loon was the first thing I came across.  He teased me along for at least thirty minutes, just out of shooting range.  He finally wore me out and I zoomed in to 100X and took a shot, figuring this guy was never going to let me get any closer.   

 

 

 

Then, I spotted this robin hopping all over the rocks on shore, gathering something.  When I zoomed in, I saw that he was gathering feathers, and he had a mouth full. 

 

 

 

I guess he planned on feathering his nest…literally.

When the Robin finally headed for the trees, I turned around and discovered a fish weir at the mouth of the large creek that enters Kisameet. 

 

I imagine the Indians trap a lot of salmon here.

With all the rain we’ve been having, the creek was roaring pretty good.

 

 

 

While I was studying the fish weir, a couple of ducks flew over and landed on some rocks in the middle of the bay.  On my way to those ducks, I spotted this oystercatcher looking for goodies.  He was really camera shy, only allowing me this one shot.

 

 

So, I continued on to where those ducks landed, and to my surprise, they were harlequins!

 

 

 

 

This cute female Barrows goldeneye popped up out of nowhere.  The harlequins didn’t seem too happy about this perky intruder.

 

On the next rock over, I found the rest of the goldeneye’s family.

 

 

 

By now, the rain was getting serious, so I had to head back to the boat and hope the rain hadn’t ruined my camera.

A couple of days later, the rain quit long enough for me to venture out again.  However, the wind came up, creating a chop that made it almost impossible to focus on anything.  To get out of the chop, I headed between the little islets that dot Kisameet Bay.  In one of these little hidey-holes I managed to find these Barrows goldeneyes enjoying the quiet waters.

 

 

 

 

They kept they’re eye on me while they fed along the shore, and eventually they’d had enough of my intrusion and headed for more secluded waters.