At my second stop, I heard, and then saw, a hungry AMERICAN DIPPER being fed by his very busy father.
|American Dipper Fledgling|
|Calling for Lunch!|
|Daddy Dipper Delivers|
It was fascinating watching the parent feed the youngster (I assume it was the father, who is, from what I understand, the chief care-taker). He made trip after trip, dive after dive, repeatedly bringing food to the impatient young one.
They were nowhere near a bridge, but there was a nice bank on the opposite shore. I never saw the nest.
Here's the spot in the creek where I found them.