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Found A River

While this may seem like an odd title, it’s not for me. I have ‘minimal’ sense of direction. I’m convinced it comes from being born in NYC, everything is in a grid. You don’t need any spatial skills, there were signs on every corner.

Found A River
Found A River

This is the Cooper river, north of Charleston and flows to the Atlantic Ocean past the city.

I say I found it since it was on the end of a trail I walked, in a new area. I knew it should be right there, but really, that doesn’t mean much with me.

Found A River
Found A River

Because we are flat (hence Lowcountry name) it winds around lazy like. If you know the George Gershwin musical Porgy And Bess, or the song ‘Summertime’ you know the area. it was written in Charleston.  Actually the Folly Beach part of town where this river hits the back end of Folly.

Found A River
Found A River

And as expected wildlife followed. When I hit the river I heard Osprey, they came over the tree line.

Found A River
Found A River

Of course I took the shot. Short lens, but a beautiful raptor right over my head.

 

That Head Clearly Belongs To A Water Moccasin

One to steer away from. This is the only viper that stays with water. Also called a Cottonmouth.

That Head Very Clearly Belongs To A Water Moccasin
That Head Very Clearly Belongs To A Water Moccasin

I learned something the other day in conversation with a friend who is a biologist and works in these swamps.

If you get bit, hope it’s by a big one. Turns out a full grown Cottonmouth knows how much venom to use. They are careful because it takes a lot for them to create more. A little guy gives you all he has, and it doesn’t take much…

That Head Very Clearly Belongs To A Water Moccasin
That Head Very Clearly Belongs To A Water Moccasin

I’ll try to avoid them all.

 

Quietly Waiting, Barred Owl

Barred Owls have been very busy this year. Besides returning to the small swamp ponds to hunt they nested and have young.

Quietly Waiting, Barred Owl
Quietly Waiting, Barred Owl

To date I have not taken any shots of an Owlet this year. Every time I see one it’s either too dark or far. However, Ellen has been searching for them more than me and does have a few youngster photographs.

Now that we are reaching the 95 (+) temperatures (35C +) I’m less inclined to brave the wet and bugs. However, I did commit to going this evening. Time to dig out the feather weight hiking pants.