There's no better way to spend a crummy Sunday morning than sitting on the bench at Charlotte Town Beach watching a large (200+) flock of Common Mergs, an immature Bald Eagle just sitting way out on the ice, and many Buffleheads and Mallards, while listening to the booms of cracking ice echo off the Adirondacks. Several Mergs were close to shore, diving among pieces of broken ice, and sometimes even stepping onto the ice. How beautiful they are!
At the ferry dock both Mike Palombo and I were quite surprised when what appeared to be a couple of chunks of ice lifted their heads from the water and turned into Mute Swans! As Mike said, where did _they_ come from?
Ah, the joys of winter birding in Vermont.