As each week goes by the brant flocks, sparce as they have been are thinning out daily. Today I saw a lone Brant standing in the middle of a school field, looking very alone and confused. Makes you wonder what the urges nature draws upon them to up and fly thousands of miles just to mate, raise a family then fly back 6 months later. Their bigger cousins, those wary old Canadians have overcome that urge and now save lots of energy by sticking around and eating golf course grass.
Hopefully I'll spend some time on the bay Sunday weather permitting, doing a little fishing and sightseeing. Going to miss those beautiful creatures, those Atlantic Brant. Hopefully they'll be back next fall