Yep, there was a guy riding his bike (!!!) around. He had a fishing pole too. I was leaning over the passenger seat photographing the Red-tailed Hawk and he came up behind me out of no where and scared the crap out of me. For half a second I thought that seemed like a great way to tour the refuge, then I realized it can't be legal. And it isn't.
Perfect morning on the refuge- 64 degrees with a light breeze. It was strangely quiet- literally. I guess all the baby birds are raised and courtship is long over. The Avocet was within good view, but too far out for good photos- but what a treat to see! Do you think those Barn Swallow are really still nesting this late?!