Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Birdsong at Wally's Leg

When I wake in the morning, at daybreak but before the sun rises, the birds sing their songs. Layers and layers and layers of birdsong. Some is beautiful, some is raucous, some is regular, some is sporadic, some is high pitched, some is lower. 

In this marshy anchorage called Wally’s Leg, near St. Simon’s Island, I can identify at least a dozen layers of song. There may be more, and some of those might be crickets or cicadas - that’s how much I know about these things.


Our Doyle’s guidebook to the ICW says that a marsh has grasses, a swamp has trees. These are your vocabulary words for the day.

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