One of the things I love the most about “my swamp” is the crazy things I get to see, things I’ve never seen before and may never see again. I’ve seen a bald grackle fishing for frogs. Can you “fish” for frogs?
I’ve seen eastern phoebes smile.
One day I was in my float tube, heading back to shore, when I was distracted by a frog. I was sitting there watching it, when there was suddenly a huge commotion behind me. I turned and saw that a red-tailed hawk had swooped down and grabbed a grackle.
As I desperately tried to get the tube turned around–they’re not very maneuverable–about a half dozen other grackles began to attack the hawk. Just as I got myself turned in the right direction, the hawk released the grackle and the rest of the grackles chased it into the woods. As much as I hate that I didn’t get a shot off, it was amazing just to be there to witness it all.
The swamp used to be a series of four beaver dams. It’s not anymore–more on that at a later date. One day I was floating above the upper dam, probably wondering why I was sitting in an inflatable tube in the middle of a stinky swamp on a 95 degree day.
I turned towards the lower part of the swamp just in time to see the biggest freaking bear I’d ever seen walk into the water and roll around.
There were a number of obstacles between the bear and me, so I didn’t get a lot of photos. I did get one where he seemed to be staring right at me.
Apparently, he didn’t find little 5’4″ me to be much of a threat, because he turned, swam to the other side and, nonchalantly disappeared into the woods–at least I was hoping he had disappeared, because that’s the side I had to get out on.