We got a reprieve today–about a half an inch of rain in the middle of the afternoon–even a clap of thunder to make it official. This seagull, which spent a few minutes on the pilings out back, is soaking it all in. No complaints here. We’re all singing in the rain.
However, by the time I got to the peninsula this evening all trace of the downpour had vanished. The afternoon sun quickly dried up what precious moisture had fallen. In fact, this little Marsh Wren was busily taking a dust bath in the middle of the trail. The Marsh Wren is a small song bird sometimes called the Long-Billed Marsh Wren, and as its name indicates it makes its home in the marshes–perfect for the grasses of the outer bank.
I was hoping the rain might stir up some activity, but there was not much happening – just a few yellow-crowned night herons on the peninsula. There were several flyovers–I caught one shot of an ibis flying overhead, and a beautiful late afternoon shot of the post sunset sky and one of the YCNHs in flight.
Another sighting of the deer, but I can’t tell if it is the same one I saw yesterday. She ran when she first saw me, then she came back and stared. She looked smaller, but it could have been the angle. It’s hard to determine how many deer are on the peninsula. I’ve seen tracks, but not too many, and I’ve seen deer at both the north and south ends. It could easily be the same deer. But it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that with two fawns (which I have not seen again since the first sighting) there has to be at least four deer – momma, daddy, and two babies.