I woke to the sight of two kayaks on the water about 600 yards North of me. I did not capture a photo of them mostly because I don’t particularly like taking portraits or images of people without their consent. I suppose it’s much like a drone flying over I don’t know of anyone that appreciates being photographed by one. I nearly took a photo of a Crawdad fisherman floating past this morning as he does every morning since I’ve been here. He doesn’t pay attention to me however I notice him every day Chugging past in his small boat. I believe he was tempted to wave this morning but didn’t, he merely looked in my direction; I have talked to him on occasion. It must be the early morning hours I notice he as I, nursing a cup of coffee, old guy’s are a lot alike I suppose.
The Blue Jay posed nicely and even co-operated a bit, or so I thought when he was most likely looking for something to eat. I wonder how the hot weather affects the birds, Blue Jays don’t appear to be fazed in the least; I see them out in all seasons during all events. They are hearty little birds, perhaps not so little as they are 9 inches from beak to tail. They do become scruffy looking however, sometimes looking as if they have just fallen off of a turnip truck and rolled in the dirt for a while.
On the other end of the spectrum is the Snowy Egret, I don’t believe a testament to their pristine white feathers needs to be stated. I don’t remember seeing a scruffy one, after diving after a meal they spend a considerable amount of time preening. It must be admitted they are pretty birds.
I’ve been using this picture of the lone Otter since it was taken a few days ago. It’s curious to me how the animals will appear for from a day to much longer. When they don’t want to be seen again they won’t be until they are ready to. I wrote a blog on the Otters a few days ago using this photo actually, in it I stated this was most likely a male pushed out of the nest to find his own way. I did not expect to see him again, but low and behold I saw him and another swimming around the same area the kayakers occupied earlier. It will be nice if he found a life’s mate establishing a den further down the slough near Bird Island. I took a few pictures of them but they looked like two soccer balls floating on the water.
Bird Island is pictured above, this is about 1/2 of the entire landmass. It was formed during the first part of the 20th century when a crew barge sank. Seen from above it outlines the shape of a large boat, it’s fortunate weeds grow rapidly around a derelict. They form a living warning to boaters forcing them to avoid running a ground. This Island earned the name Bird Island because the Red Wing Blackbirds occupied the place for decades until the West Nile virus wiped them, the Mudhens and Crows off the slough. Now people ask why some of us call it Bird Island, it’s interesting how things stay the same while they change.
There is actually quite a bit of activity on the slough every day, I merely must be observant. Keeping my head on a pivot constantly searching for whatever is taking place. It may be a Coyote running across the pasture or a flock of sheep running along the levee. This morning I spied a large bird on one of the Power Structures, it was too far away to identify but it was the size and shape of a large predator. It may have been an Eagle although they are not common inland as they mostly occupy the Coast; perhaps it will show again tomorrow, it’s curious how these things happen.
Jacques Lebec Follow the Fork in the Road