Last evening two Rednecked Grebe strangers showed up in the cove noisily squawking and calling. The resident grebe stopped diving and with its neck stretched out flat in the water, headed quickly toward the strangers. He alternately charged them by flapping wings on top of the water or diving swiftly under water. Strangely, he never approached closer than a few feet, but the noise and activity were quite impressive.
The commotion went on well into the night. What a drama! Obviously they were communicating with each other, but about what is unknown to me. As is listened, I could hear similar sounds in the distance all over the lake. Last night must have been party night for grebes.
Gail Niebrugge, Alaska Artist
