This marsh was close to dry. It was lower than anyone I know had ever seen it. Fish were casualties now. The local birds who relied on the marshes all crowded into the shallows and pools.

They did not get along well for very long. It’s called competition.

The migrating birds love the low water. It provides a food source on the long trip. Any year round residents just moved from marsh to marsh.

Good news here was rain was forecast later that night and water was slowly moving through the swamps down to the marshes.