By the water's edge a Great Blue Heron was patiently stalking some potential breakfast.
The tree tops were blossoming with Double-crested Cormorants and awash with the calls of Great-tailed Grackles.
Near the green bridge a family of Bullock's Orioles were chasing one another. Finally, one of the youngsters, perhaps getting hungry from all those flying around, decided to hunt for spiders from a dead tree.
Not far from it Barn Swallows were resting on the telephone wires.
Since Legg Lake is a popular picnic area most of these birds had become familiar with the presence of humans. We were having a blast enjoying the "tameness" of these birds when I noticed that an hour has already passed. As if to say goodbye, a lone American Robin eyed us as it sat basking in the morning sun.
And they said summer always brings birding doldrums.