The willets were very vocal today.
In flight they are said to make a "pill-will-willet" sound. But those field guide song descriptions never sound like the real thing to me. Birds create matrices of consonants and vowels beyond the purview of the English alphabet. Describing bird call through written word is like describing thrash metal through interpretive dance.
I didn't manage to record the "pill-will-willet" flight call, but I did capture their unceasing ground sound:
Two pairs occupy the marsh now. They nest in the spartina grass. Anytime I would approach their little area, one of them (I can't distinguish between sexes) would make a low beeline for my face and veer off about four feet away. Always to the right.
I didn't see any eggs or chicks, but I did find a small mound of downy feathers which might have been the remains of an unlucky hatchling. If that's the case they'll probably try again.
On to cleanup. During low tide periods I focus on raking the infinite mats of plastic debris woven into the dead grass. I wonder what conclusions the alien archaeologists will draw when millennia from now they discover the obscene variety of expendables we manufactured from such an in-expendable resource. Below is my homage to the material that makes the world go round.
I invite any 'found materials' artist to drop by sometime. We can also offer you an endless supply of water bottles, shopping bags, and household detergent/ cleaner/ drano-type bottles. Consider where these things might end up next time you toss one in the trash. The stuff is so small and widely dispersed that it spoils not only the environment but my before-and-after shots.
High of 78, average wind NW @ 9 MPH, 4.8 high tide @ 10:21 AM. Moon 4% visible.
Water level recorded at 3 inch mark.
Birds seen in marsh: mallard, dove, starling, red winged blackbird, cardinal, willet, osprey, common tern, least tern, oystercatcher, crow, skimmer