I had enough work and fun yesterday that the result was I was too pooped to post.
I was assigned to man the Chesser Island Homestead all day, and give tours to visitors. The day started off with a bang as I had three visitors in the first ten minutes. Then it calmed down to the usual trickle through here on a week day. It’s been several months since I’ve had the rocking chair assignment on the porch of the homestead, so I relaxed and enjoyed myself.
As I rocked away waiting for the next visitor, my ears just couldn’t ignore the songs and chips of the little warblers in the surrounding trees. It wasn’t long before I grabbed my camera to see if I could get some pictures of these beauties that were working the trees for insects.
A whole bunch of one of my favorite warblers was moving through…the Northern Parula. I think it is one of the prettiest warblers with its blue/grey wings, yellow upper breast, throat and back, and the reddish necklace around its throat. They nest here at Okefenokee, but for a girl from the north, they are a real treat to see.
This isn’t the best shot, but if you look closely you can see that this little guy has gleaned a spider to eat from among the branches. I love that they almost continually sing their rising buzzing song as they constantly hop from here to there to thwart the lowly photographer.
Once I closed up the homestead, I had to buzz my way back to the rig, at a whopping 15 mph, to get ready for the cookout we were having at the Volunteer Village to honor Jack’s visit. It was not without drama, however, as we kept our radios near to listen for news from the group out on the water. Besides the RV volunteers, occasionally we have other volunteers that stay a few days at the village in the double-wide trailer to do work on the canoe trails out in the swamp. The group that was here yesterday went out in two boats on the orange trail to do some trimming. The motor on one of the boats died while they were out, and the other engine was having problems towing the broken boat. We lost radio contact with them, and began to worry for their safety. Being that it was a Friday evening, there was no staff around. You sure don’t want to be stranded overnight out on the swamp if you are not near a shelter!
None of us are certified to drive the refuge boats to go out and find them, so we had a dilemma. Eventually, we notified the staff Law Enforcement Officer, and called Russell, who drove the boat for Wednesday’s adventure, to come help. Just as the troops gathered, the group limped in with both boats. That was a close call. They were wet and tired, and we shared whatever we had left from our cookout with them. Thankfully, everything turned out well.
Today, a couple of people showed up for my morning bird tour. We went out, but there wasn’t much birdlife to be seen as it was overcast and beginning to rain. After the tour, the skies opened up and a deluge began that hasn’t ended yet. It is supposed to continue through tomorrow.
I went out to rove for about an hour this afternoon, and was able to document the first lily pad bloom of the season through the rain. As you can tell, it was pretty dark and dreary out, but that didn’t seem to stop folks from driving the Swamp Island Drive. I spoke with more people in one hour along the drive in the rain than any other time I’ve been roving. Go figure!
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Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy
