I was heading for Texas to attend a library conference and visit my family. Since it is cheaper for me to drive to SLC to catch my flight, I was able to swing by the Bear River Refuge at sunset. It was GORGEOUS. The air was crisp without being too cold, the wind had stilled, and the light was magnificent.
Stillness and light created wonderful mirrors of every watery surface.
Beautiful, but there were few birds.
A lone red tailed hawk
Pied billed grebes
But the refuge was beautiful
Even the invasive fragmites added beauty
A lone northern pintail
It wasn’t a surprise that coots were everywhere
Not a lot of birds, but a whole lot of gorgeousness