The Sneak at low tide |
I set out from the bottom halfway through the ebb tide. My horizon was the dry tan colored spartina that was often no more than a canoe length away. A mature Bald Eagle was perched high on Grass Island about 200 yards south of my start. Before the first bend of the Neck River I flushed a single male Bufflehead. There were no other birds for a few bends until I spotted a hawk high in a tree. It was too far off to make a good identification.
In the next bend I flushed a dozen Buffleheads. In the next I saw a rounded shape submerge. It could've been mammal or duck. I rounded that turn for the answer. I'd seen a duck butt, it was a Hooded Merganser hen.
A Sharp Shin Hawk crosses the Neck when I get to the mouth of Bailey Creek.
Buffleheads |
The uppermost section of corduroy road |
As I head back I find myself drifting off. It is the best and most seductive of canoeing - one bend at a time, the future is what's around the next meander, the past is what's over your shoulder. Everything is through the senses, the spartina passes by, the sun shimmers off the surface of the water and off the wet silt bank that holds it in place, the paddle dips and slices as need be without thought.
A mature Bald Eagle is hunting in the upper parts of the Neck River.
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