I head out paddling down river toward the sea against the flood tide with a quartering wind from behind on my right. I circled the big marsh before returning. The spartina was tall and turning gold...it was rich.
I saw few birds of note. It was mostly black ducks and mallards with just two Canada geese. Behind Peacock Island I flushed a mated pair of wood ducks and saw two great egrets. It has been awhile since I've seen egrets, most of them are now gone.
I took some photos, but most of the time I seemed to have some crap on the lens. It just didn't matter.
|The guardian of the feral cat park canoe launch|