Raindrops keep falling on my head!

     The phone rang as I prepared for my morning shoot. My Editor in Chief was crossing the river on the way to work and said to be sure to catch the sunrise. Corpuscular rays were peeking through and It was pretty she said. But by the time I got out to the dock they had pretty much dissipated. A layer of thick grey stratocumulus hung over the marsh darkening the sky. I wondered what I would see today in this weather.

     As I walk to the pier a large black vulture circles overhead. Just what I need, an omen of some sort. I sit in my blind and sip some coffee and situate myself looking towards the sun, what little there was that is.  This is where the action would come from I thought. Soon two white pelicans begin to swim up the channel. These are indeed large graceful birds and very beautiful with broad pink beaks. White pelicans do not dive from the air like the brown ones. They prefer to land on the water and scoop up the fish with their large pouched beaks. They look at each other as if to say, “see that guy in the blind there, he ain’t foolin me” as they turn and head back out the channel. Oh well. Suddenly, an orange beak pops up out of the water in front of me. It is a cormorant on a morning fishing expedition. I am careful not to make any sudden movement, and it does not even seem to notice me. It dives and surfaces even closer. Thankfully a small ray of sun was still out and I get a few good pictures as it heads up the channel and surfaces again with a fish. Another bird lands with a belly flop and swims towards me. It is a pretty faced Pied Billed Grebe. Soon I hear a rushing sound in the distance that begins to crescendo in volume and with a rush of wind, a squall of rain blows through the channel and begins to pelt the blind.  I zip up my portholes and inspect my quaint abode and sip my coffee. There are a few leaks at the seams but overall I am sitting pretty comfortable and dry. The grebe and cormorant are happy as a duck in the rain. The plunking sound on the blind is soothing but begins to subside a bit. Then it is over nearly as fast as it started. The sun peaks through the clouds again as it climbs higher in the sky. Then the sky begins to darken again. The cormorant is right in front of me. A single drop of rain falls nearby. Then another and another as the rain begins again. The latter rain is much stronger than the former. I zip up most of my portholes and listen to the sound as I sip my warm coffee and give thanks for the opportunity I have had so far. The rain again begins to subside and the sun tries to peak out again. Unzipping the rear porthole I see a stilted sandpiper in the marsh on muddy legs. The cormorant swims out in the deep water and casts a look over his back towards me. It then lifts up on its wings and begins to walk on water and is airborne in a few beats. It flies off into a ray of sun streaming down through the clouds. It is time to go.

     Perhaps to those in the north it does not seem like spring is near with the blizzard snow still on the ground. But Punxsutawney Phil is never wrong. The latter rains have begun in more ways than one. Change is in the air. The birds are sporting their mating colors more each passing day. New birth will soon follow. I hope we can share it too. Be blessed. Harry

Rainclouds gather on the Broward.

See that guy in the blind over there?

A cormorant pops up.

Pied Billed Grebe does a belly flop landing.

A bright eyed Pied Billed Grebe swims by.

The clouds darken the sky. A drop of rain falls.

Then another and another falls. Soon the soft rain fills the sky and marsh

The latter rains begin.

A stilted Sandpiper appears. Jose?

The cormorant glances back.

It lifts its wings to go.

With three flaps of the wings, the cormorant walks, then begins to fly.

It flies upward into the fleeting sunbeam.

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