Woodcock Moon

[Photoshoot] October in New England. The woodcock moon is waxing. Cold nights up north have coaxed the migrants south-where they are welcomed by hunters and dogs alike. The cover is thick but the dogs steady. Buying precious seconds before the birds lose their nerve. And when the birds do flush, it's always a thrill. All wings and bills fighting through branches toward freedom and beyond. How it ends is up to you . . . .

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