or the birds whose space we invaded while fishing this recently.
This is a dead-end canal, and the amount of birds in this 100-yard stretch is pretty amazing.
This great egret watched us from a distance, and flew from bank to bank to see what we were up to.
What a dainty landing!
Now I have a confession to make. I am a guide. I am an outdoorswoman. I am a birder. And I don’t know these birds apart. There are anhingas and there are cormorants. Even though I have studied them, and stared at their photos, and tried to memorize the differenences, I can never recall to which specie belongs which trait.
Not to worry, though, because we have a Resident Birder who is going to help us. My favorite bird book has gone missing amid the chaos, so I need to call on Kim to tell us who these birds are. Kim?
Let’s call the above photo Number 1 for Kim’s sake of identification.
And this is photo no. 2, but same bird.
A little closer this time!
And then there is this shy one. We’ll call this Bird No. 2
Bird No. 2 again. Kim, it appeared all black with the white wing tips.
And one morning, while fishing by myself, I decided to lie down in the boat and propel quietly using the trolling motor on low speed just to see how close I could get to this Little Blue Heron, who was preening herself on a low-hanging branch.
She let me get very close . . .
so close I gained a new appreciation for this magnificent bird.
I think I will make a post strictly about this bird in the days to come.
Well, folks, I feel a little like a slug because I fished three times this week. The fish did, however, benefit three families other than my own, so that was a good feeling.
Today, Termite and I went out into the marsh so he could fix up his “duck blind” and set out his decoys for the first day of duck season tomorrow–the youth hunt. I am not a hunter, but it is part of the culture and way of life here. Men and boys enjoy it and the women folk cook the game, so it’s not just for sport. Since there are no men folk here right now to go with him, I will be accompanying him before daylight in a small boat, out in the darkness of the alligator-filled marsh.
Please pray for me, as I will be scared!!! This is definitely not my comfort zone and I will be pushing the limits on my personal boundaries tomorrow for the sake of Termite, my 12 year old wonder boy.
Maybe I’ll have a post and photos! I just hope I don’t have any wild stories to tell of alligators chasing us out of the blind, etc.
Until after the hunt,
Your Bayou Woman