I wasn’t about to give up, though. This was my third try at finding them and I was determined that it would be a success. So I headed east.
There were pheasants out in the morning light, striding through the fields. Blackbirds - yellow-headed and red winged - sang at every slough. I watched a muskrat preen. Chorus frogs sang. I couldn’t have asked for a better morning.
But I was cinnamon-less as I passed slough after slough. Further east I found canvasbacks, gadwalls and ring-necked ducks on the deeper ponds, and hundreds of the ubiquitous shovelers. Coots squabbled and cackled at each other on the shallow ponds they shared with pintails and American widgeon.
East of Hussar I even found a flock of snow geese running a bit behind on their migration north.
By now it was mid-afternoon and clouds were building up to the west so I set up a camera to shoot a timelapse beside a slough absolutely covered with ducks and geese. While it ran, I poked around some more.