My recent walk to the river boat ramp offered the surprise of a new resident: a resurrected boat, muddied and somewhat askew, plainly pulled up from a watery depth greater than it was built to inhabit.
From the mangrove edges the more usual resident ducks were heading out through the reflections and ripples, and creating their own silver trails.
As they passed the salvaged boat I thought how much better adapted they were to this river, to water. It was crippled, useless to do aught but stay afloat: they belonged.
There were actually four of these handsome ducks; I loved the way their reflections paddled with them, double hooked.
I had expected the other inhabitants here to be solo, as was usual. My pelican was indeed the only one on the oyster stacks, but I later realised it had a companion– a shag?
Not sure why I always see solo creatures so often — mirroring me? — but here was my solo seagull, and yes, standing on one leg…
The sole watchful heron picked its delicate way through the exposed mangrove flats as it sought its tucker. And while I have seen more than one seagull or pelican elsewhere, I have not seen multiple herons.
I have taken many photos of Dooragan reflected in the river at all times of day, but to see it reflected in watery mud was new.
As I am moving from here soon, I am relishing all glimpses of the many moods of the river and the mountain…
A pleasure to share what I see, Joyce.
Your photos are a treat. Thank you so much, Sharyn.