Whiskey Springs was an enchanting birding hotspot in c. Oregon that attracted birders seasonally from far and wide. The foliage was so dense that photography was actually challenging regardless of the time of day or cloud cover. It was one of the few places I could sit for hours to wait and see what might show up to drink from the trough that was obviously built with care by the landowner to capture enough of the spring to satiate birds and mammals of all sizes at all times of the year.
The spring became widely known in recent years and suffered from too much attention from people seeking up close and personal experiences with the wildlife, which was understandable and at the same time troubling - little did anyone know at the time that a fate far worse was soon to overtake this storied micro-wonderland.
A FEW IMAGES OF THEN:
AND SADLY NOW:
I am grateful to have experienced the beauty of this special place with thanks to the landowner for generously granting us all access.