It has been such an unusually long, cold winter in the low country that I've not done any plein air journaling in several weeks. In my semi-frustration with the weather (can't get too frustrated when I see what the rest of the country is experiencing) I decided the bleak winter landscaped must offer something that would spark my interest. The camera was put into my pocket
We drove the golf cart (sides down of course - the dogs hate the cold) up to the golf course. Rob headed to the practice green, the dogs and I made our way down to the boardwalk trail. The swamp is so dismal this time of year. I beefed up the colors :)
Song birds were flitting about in the wooded area before the swamp. Titmouse, Carolina Wrens, Cardinals, and very quick Warblers. I 'pished' for a bit to see if any birds would come in closer but, as good as the dogs were, my feathered friends decided to ignore me.
A little farther down the boardwalk I happened to catch site of a wee bird landing on top of a nearby dead tree. It climbed around to the back side and as I made my way along the boardwalk I was able to see it quickly duck into a hole. I never did see the entire bird again. It was busy making room in its new nest. I'm thinking it's a Brown-headed Nuthatch but I'll need to visit the trail again to confirm.
I usually see Resurrection Ferns growing on Live Oak branches, but lately I've noticed they will grow in the most amazing places. Today I saw them on a dead tree that still had some bark left on it. The bark was moss laden and the fern was starting to dry up. If I went back today, I'd see it 'resurrected' in full glory. We've had lots of rain... just what it requires to come back to life.