I reach my planned destination and through the mechanics of marshes and constricted flows, the same current that I was fighting against now propels me into the marsh and the canoe exchanges a mile and a half per hour of headway for something more like five miles per hour. As such, the paddling is quiet and I approach bird life without giving them much warning...a black crowned night heron overtakes me near my right shoulder, I pass a yellow crowned night heron that stands back in a small inlet, and pass a snowy egret that flushes when I get too near. Then, as I cross the front of a channel that cuts back, a loud nasty hiss raises goosebumps on my skin. I turn my head to find a large swan, the neck well thicker than my arm, raised up to eye level from ten feet distance. It is guarding three grey cygnets. I do not stop until I have 50 yards between us...and all of us calm down.
|yellow crowned night heron|
Few people care to wander into this part of the marsh and I find a spot that is favored by a good number of birds. In one spot, I scare up 10 snowy egrets, one glossy ibis, and 4 black crowned night herons while 4 more remain unperturbed. I flush another half dozen snowys about a hundred yards on.
I return from where I came but on a following current and wind.