Neither of these Pelican seemed to mind me standing in the tall grass photographing. They could easily see me since I tend to find open gaps on the dikes. It’s a trade off. The birds spot me but I have a large area to follow in flight shots with nothing in front of my lens.
There is a marsh inlet in the back of Bear Island WMA. Very remote and inaccessible. Of course if you cannot get there a) wildlife loves it and b) sooner or later I have to try.
I found it.
The grass and reeds are taller than me (above shot from eye level) and you must walk through a pine/scrub tree forest.
It’s fall so I pushed through, but never summer. You cannot see and this is Cottonmouth, tick, and Alligator land. A dumb thing to try.
There is a small wooden ‘bridge’ thing for in/out. But the trail is gone finding it is a bunch of fun.
This wooden ‘bridge’ spans a mud creek about 15 feet (4.5 meters) below. With the same afore mentioned critters. Maybe some aliens too.
I don’t know how many times I walked back and forth along the creek side looking for this to get back out. I do know the entire walk in and back out was what convinced me it was time for a new hip. Would not do to get stuck since of course I was by myself.
I found it though.
And this day it was filled with White Pelicans, comfortable since people keep away from here, except those with 600mm lens in the reeds.
I now know another way to get there which might not be as much work. Still never in the summer.