As the sun rises over the water, the silhouettes of the decoys begin to take shape, contrasted with the muted pinks and blues in the sky. Huddled in a brush-covered blind, we impatiently wait for the first birds of the morning, hearing their calls long before we can see them. The birds have been flying consistently, and with greater numbers each day. Even though the temperature is close to freezing this morning, enthusiasm is still running rampant.
