I set out at low tide in a river that I know but seldom see in this state. The mud banks are fully exposed, the base of the spartina above my head, I always feel like I am going back in time when the years of built up primordial ooze is exposed. I set my camera to sepia tone to match the mood.
|planks - likely a tidal barrier to a long cut in the marsh|
|Cobbles - possibly a crude tide dam|
I spot no birds at all until I get to the big bends. Around the first bend I scare up 15 Canada geese and a couple of black ducks. After the last bend, the third, I flush a hundred ducks...blacks or mallards by silhouette and call. Just before the stone arch bridge I spy two blue jays and a kingfisher. It seems like a lot of blue on such a grey day.
I turn back from the bridge intent on enjoying the calm air and easy paddle that I did not experience yesterday.