I started up in the forest sometime around when tide had just past the low point, late in the afternoon, a time when I rarely start a trip. I could see that I would not meet anyone else on the water for at least a mile...this was not people friendly canoeing, these conditions were what gives a canoe the edge over a kayak. I began wading, hopping into the canoe for short stretches when there was enough water, and then hopping back out to wade when there wasn't.
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The gravel flats |
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Green Heron |
However, shallow water does have benefits in that it brings the wading birds out. Before reaching the first bend I had spotted four Green Herons and a Kingfisher. The water around the canoe danced with small fish and the thin water made the hunting easy for the birds. At the gravel flats, where I was forced to wade again, there were several Great Egrets and a Snowy Egret. No Osprey yet, as they try not to dive into three inches of water.
Yellow Legs, Sandpipers and Plover worked the exposed mud.
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Great Egret |
When I neared the old sawmill dam I began to get full depth strokes with the paddle. The flood tide was just starting to show itself, but it still wasn't anything to slow the canoe.
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Great Blue Heron that was grooming at the time |
At Cedar Island there were five Great Egrets perched in the trees. It seems to be an evening behavior and I suppose that they no longer have a need to return to their nests. I would see this again when I returned to the gravel flats, five Greats and a Snowy perched together in a dead fall tree that lies in the river.
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