A calm enough day, at least to start out. The sound is old glass smooth - rippled but reflecting the colors of the sky, and birds can be seen quite far away. Five clam boats work their dredges in their nearest allotted beds not too far out from shore. In the quiet, the engines thrum at the low throttle setting used for dredging.
|loons going dramatic|
I see three loons before getting to Welch's Point, their colors becoming more dramatic as spring comes. Just short of the point, five birds identify themselves with the now familiar call of the long-tailed duck. They too are changing colors, although in the reverse of other waterfowl, they are brilliantly colored in winter and are going more drab at this time. After the point, I find buffleheads and brants, about a dozen each.
|long-tails going drab|
The timing of the tide makes Indian River possible and I head that way, almost another two miles, half here in the sound and half in Gulf Pond. The backed up flood tide squirts me through the gap created by the narrow railroad bridge and I stop to retrieve a plastic garbage can, filling it while I am at it.
|First goose nest of the spring - in the phragmites of the Indian River|