I head out for a quick trip, a trip with the intended purpose of clearing one's mind. Between an ankle that I tweaked a couple days ago and the political horseshit that occupies this country, a couple hours in the solitude of the marsh does wonders for the soul.
The tide is on its way out and by the look and feel of things, I've timed my start to catch a near maximum ebb current. It is 70F, mostly sunny, and the wind is out of the east. There are a lot of motorboat drivers around. It is something like a middle class beach blanket bingo, without brains.
Once I get to the top of the marsh, I turn into the inner channels. I see no one else for he duration.
Yellow Crowned Night Herons are owning the marsh today. There seems to always be one in sight as I make my way. I head in to check the Central Phragmites Patch, and that is the only place where I do not see any Night Herons. I have to think about that, but later in the summer after the young have fledged, the patch will be densely occupied with Yellow Crown and Black Crowned Night Herons.
I run down the length of Cat Island before heading back.
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