January has been dry, and parts of the lagoon are now a swamp. The muddy environ has attracted even more birds to forage for the creepy, crawly things that lie beneath the surface.
Mud is mankind in the moulding,
Heaven's mystery unfolding;
Miracles of mighty men,
Raphael's brush and Shakespear's pen;
Sculpture, music, all we owe
Mozart, Michael Angelo;
Wonder, worship, dreaming spire,
Issue out of primal mire.
--------Robert William Service (1874-1958)
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| The ducks have gone south, and the mud hens (aka American coots) are plentiful. |
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