Gusts were hitting 80 km/hr or more and the sustained winds were strong enough to rock the truck. The copter was going to stay packed up. The one time I tried to set up a tripod, it blew over as soon as I let it go.
The only birds I saw out on the open water were a pair of geese that appeared and disappeared as the waves rose and fell. Judging by the size of the birds, the waves along the north shore had to be close to a metre from trough to crest but the wind was tearing the tops off them so they may have been bigger.
I wasn’t sure I’d get any video at that point but I found that if I used the window mount from inside my truck and angled things just right I could get a few shots. But shooting anything with my big 150-600 zoom was nearly impossible. The gusts just shook everything too much.
It was frustrating but still fascinating.
The ice along the shore was pounded to pieces but in the more sheltered bays it still stayed in the shards I’d seen the days before. The waves were less intense there and the ice rose and fell on the heavy swells of water pushing along underneath.
And the swells had another effect. They sifted the ice shards around so that they formed circles of bigger shards among the smaller ones. Don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that before. Like I said, fascinating.