Thursday, February 2, 2017
East River
I put in up at the high end not long after the low tide. Nothing here looks to the eye like it would be influenced by the sea, but it is. Fortunately, recent heavy rains have added a couple inches to the "natural" level of the water. I drift off on a good current, gently weaving the canoe through the occasional boulder or deadfall, enough water to float the canoe but, more often than not, not enough water for the paddle. As it is, the water is shallow until past the stone arch bridge, but I only step out in the gravel flats, three short wades to push the canoe a few feet to water that is an inch deeper.
fiddler crabs |
The whole time while above that first bridge, there are four osprey circling. But, the dominant birdsong is from marsh wrens. The cattails are waist high everywhere. There is enough material for nesting and so the males are advertising. I spot one nest, still in construction and not quite the round ball of woven cattails and grasses that it will be.
wren nest in construction |
the well dressed willet |
Common terns start showing up to fish, splashing headlong with fair frequency.
the two adult osprey are feeding a fledgling whose head can be seen in between them |
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