By Patrick La Roque
It’s so hard to believe September’s here already. When the season began I couldn’t wait to slide my kayak into those Richelieu waters...and now here we are. As the famous Doctor Who once said: whatever you do, don’t blink.
Much more majestic in person...
Yesterday—Labour Day—felt like the very last opportunity to get out there, so I did. I drove a few kilometres further up the river this time and found a bay—shallow waters for the most part so no motorboats. As I left the shore, I noticed two huge birds standing next to each other on a small sandbank...American Bald Eagles. I wasn’t aware it was even possible and had to double check when I returned home: they’re extremely rare in our zone but not unheard of. One of them flew away but I managed a crappy phone shot (through a waterproof enclosure), to show the kids. I could’ve paddled closer but didn’t—call it the respect of the invader.
I stopped in a creek further off, grabbed a few images to act as markers (with my older X100T), had a drink of water...then storm clouds moved in.
Curtain call.
