It was that time of the year again. Super boat championship races on the Gulf. Practice runs on Friday and Saturday and the races on Sunday. Tens of thousands of spectators, parties everywhere, and fireworks on Saturday night. Engine roar and fireworks bangs just a stone throw from the salt marsh, and my terrace.
I guess the permanent residents at the salt marsh are by now used to the volume and the colorful night time lights generated by this annual three day event. Mama Sandy certainly took it all in stride. She was focusing on her fascinating gardening project. There’s even more green in the nest now than three weeks ago when she started planting. It is, indeed, an impressive looking garden.
I’m thinking she might want to create the look and feel of Papa Stanley’s resort. It’s certainly starting to look like that. I have no idea how she does it. But she looks proud of her achievement, don’t you think?
Despite all the hubbub, the marsh has been lively with birds. Lots of white sprinkled with pink, blue and brown.
The water levels are up again after recent rains that have also given us multiple beautiful rainbows over the bay in the last few days.
Rosa, the Roseate Spoonbill, and her friends ibis, egrets and herons have enjoyed foraging in the previously dry spots.
This juvenile Pied-billed Grebe is a newcomer at the salt marsh. I’ve not seen any other family members so I’m thinking this little one must have migrated on its own from up north.
This past week, I also spotted the Red-bellied Woodpecker again. He has returned from his summer adventures. He was hanging upside down and his red head was moving fast in search of breakfast. Every now and then he’d interrupt his work to scan for any dangers.
His sweetheart was with him too. She was too shy for a photo shoot, but he posed gladly for a second one.
I wondered what they might have thought discovering their old home, the “condo building”, was gone.
Close to the woodpeckers, I spotted a Loggerhead Shrike and a Northern Mockingbird. Both are permanent residents in the forests next to the marsh.
I had not seen Papa Stanley for days so I decided to walk to his resort, hoping he would be at home. I was lucky. He had just returned after taking a bath. He shook his wings to get rid of the water, and then spread them out to dry. I was happy to note he seemed to be in great shape.
So everybody in the extended salt marsh family is accounted for, and we all wish you a great and safe weekend.