|First (and yesterday, I bet only) footprints on the beach. Fishing canoe guy out there too|
|If you look closely, you can see the red headed woodpecker. Except JUST at that second he turned his head and then flew far, far away. Known to also be here are the red cockaded woodpeckers, but in looking at ID photos, I don't think this one is that. He made one exploratory thunk and flew away; this time it wasn't me! Today I'm going to check out a trail that might show me what a red cockaded woodpecker really looks like.|
|After I read this, I didn't do it anymore. Promise.|
|Squirrel take out trash|
|Erosion? Low water? I have to ask.|
|This tree was such an ethereal green. But it is growing in a really swampy area so I couldn't get close enough to see what was really growing on it...algae? Moss? Weird leaves? I'll never know.|
|Alert, not afraid. And pretty skinny for having winter ahead.|
|I turned back and we walked parallel for awhile, she in the brush, me on the path. In not long she slipped into deeper brush, silent, invisible, gone.|
|Longleaf pine trunk|
I took this without permission, because who would believe it? All I could think of, full blown in my head, was this song.
The sun is shining for the first time since I got here. The river should be beautiful! It is still cold but it is beautiful. Time to pile on some clothes and check it out.
|Out my front door.|
Have a without equal Wednesday. Do something well-dressed.