It’s a little bit of a summer lull at the salt marsh right now. Residents watch visitors come and go. The older Great Blue Heron, the Mayor, welcomes everyone with open arms.
And Mama Osprey takes the little excitement there might be with a grain of salt. It’s her vacation time. She observes everything from her “watch tower” with dignity, takes baths in the bay, dives for fish, eats and enjoys life.
She is not the least provoked by the younger Great Blue Heron. You know, the one who repeatedly attacked her home last spring, and has now made it a habit to hunt right below the nest.
The other day he even played with fire. He flew low above the nest and settled on a tree top very close to Mama Sandy. Flexed his wings and stared right at her.
But Sandy didn’t care to participate in a staring competition. She was more interested in watching Sindile, who was flying by the nest again. This time she was on her own.
Sandy spends some time at the nest every day making sure others don’t get silly ideas. Like hoping the property had been vacated. Or was offered for vacation rental.
Papa Stanley has moved back to the same resort he favored last fall, on the top of an old palm trunk.
He sits there like a king, and monitors the air traffic between the beach and the bay. And keeps an eye on Sandy, of course.
So life has settled into a summer slumber at the salt marsh. The ten ducklings hang out with other ducklings. They are all in their teens, and prefer to chill out together at various corners of the waterways.
The Egrets and Herons come for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Or just to check out who’s there and what’s trending.
Last night I spotted a few familiar dinner quests. And even had an exchange with the Roseate Spoonbill.
On the bay side, Sandy was basking in the last rays of the setting sun. Her crop was full after a quick dinner, but she was not yet dry. She shook her feathers and then greeted me quietly.
I continued to the bay shore. A Brown Pelican waived good night while flying to his night quarters. And a White Ibis was considering an evening bath. She was not-so-white anymore after the day’s adventures.
While the sun rises over the bay, it sets over the ocean. I walked home through the beach, and saw the sunset wouldn’t disappoint. Mother Nature’s art at its best.
I hope your week’s been going well. Have a peaceful rest of the week.