We had some lovely sunshine in November, which disappeared in December. I drove down the bluff to the Emiquon Preserve. I walked out the south end of the levee. Coots and Grebes were swimming in the channel heading towards the levee.
The black dots on the lake are mostly Coots. There were nearly one hundred thousand Coots at one time on Thompson Lake at the Emiquon Preserve. Several eagles flew far out over the water surveying the coots and other waterfall.
A Northern Harrier flew acrobatically across the fields along Emiquon Prairie Road.
As the sun set behind the bluffs, it turned the sky bright orange.
In the other direction, a tree that I regularly photograph stood vigil over the prairie.