I put myself into the big river that lies some miles east of our house not wanting to be constrained by the narrow passages of the marshes that I so often frequent. And, it seems a good choice as the cove where I start from is occupied by more white birds than normal. At least 50 swans in a couple of flocks are out there and I find twelve great egrets crowded onto the point where I make my entry into the river. Eight of them share two wet foot stunted trees with the others at the shoreline. Rounding out the tally are a couple dozen cormorants and a couple of osprey. A fine start.
|2 great egrets, 2 great blue herons, 6 cormorants|
I arrive at the bottom of the Selden Channel in rather quick order. It is guarded by an immature bald eagle that moves off confusing me for something that I am not. A great blue heron crosses the channel ahead, a couple osprey make themselves known, and a nearby green heron runs up and down a deadfall tree that leans over the water. It has not flown off as I paddle away.
The channel is peaceful...tranquil, with slowing current, with wild rice that has already dropped most of the crop into the water, with cattails going tan. A slow moving motorboat comes my way and as I pick a plastic bottle from the water I nod greeting to them. But, it is not so much a "how are you?" but rather a "you can leave now."
At the far end of the channel, a party of ten sea kayaks come around the bend ahead. I quickly spin and head back before they can get close enough for a greeting. Motorboats come and go in a matter of seconds, but chattering sea kayakers linger for ages. I leave them behind. One cannot hear the land speak if one doesn't listen.