I eventually was able to see the birds that were making the ruckus and they immediately flew off. I snapped a couple quick shots of them.
Apparently they have more pointed wing tips than American Crows and I guess I could see that in the photos, but I would not be comfortable calling them Fish Crows without hearing that call!
I had tons of ducks along the river and all the usual species including huge numbers of Canvasback!
I also had my first Ring-necked Ducks of the year, like this drake below.
Part of a poem from Dylan Thomas on his birthday, quite appropriate for the birders among us (thanks Dad).
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
Above the farms and the white horses
And I rose In a rainy autumn
And walked abroad in shower of all my days
High tide and the heron dived when I took the road
Over the border
And the gates
Of the town closed as the town awoke.