I wasn’t the only “coot” at Humber Bay this morning. A stubby white bill, round head and body indicated that an American Coot was in the marsh. Coots aren’t hunted nearly as much as ducks since many hunters consider them inedible.
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley. – Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Gotta love that Wayfaring Tree bud. I should make it my coat of arms!