And the question was asked over and over day after day, “Mom, can we please take the mudboat out into the marsh today?” And finally, there was a day I could agree to do just that. The conditions were that Termite had to get everything ready to go the night before, so we could leave first thing. He even got his daddy to hook the boat trailer up to the back of the truck. Now, that meant business.
Would you like to see what we saw?
Well, here’s a sample, but first I have to warn you. Hold on to your pre-teen daughters, because this guy is the best looking marsh guide I’ve ever seen.
He operated the boat from the moment we launched it until the time we got back. We bought this used boat last winter for duck hunting. He and his older brother took it out, but I’ve never run it and the point of the trip was to get me to have my turn. I was so impressed by the way he handled the boat, and knew his way around in this marsh, that I took a totally hands off approach and it could not have been more rewarding (for both of us).
He knows I’m a sucker for birds and water foul of any kind and acted like he had been in this marsh all his life.
“Look, Mom, there’s a poole d’eau. That’s also called a coot, ya know.”
In an excited whisper, “Look over there, Mom! It’s a purple gallinule–a REAL purple one.”
“And look out in that pond. It’s a marsh hen.”
“What kind of bird is that up there, Mom? It looks like a marsh swallow, but bigger.”
“I think it’s a Kingbird. Can we get a little closer?”
Well, Kim or Choup, is it an Eastern Kingbird?
“Did you see that flash of orange at the base of the cat tails? What is that?”
As best as I can tell, it is some kind of rail. I can’t really see enough detail to make a positive ID.
I have two more hours worth of marsh photos to share with you, but I can’t go any further tonight. I have to get up early and go work on the Cypress House. But if you want, I’ll be back and post some more photos from our marsh adventure. Any takers?