This is the time of year when the bottlenose dolphins of Pure Florida have their babies in the quiet waters surrounding Cedar Key. As soon as we headed out under the little bridge that separates the Cedar Key boat basin from the Gulf, we had company.
Here's Mom and her baby following the boat.
That's just some seagrass on the flukes above. He's not tangled in anything.
As I mentioned yesterday, I took the boat out on the grass flats for a little solo fishing after I dropped off the crew. I had constant dolphin company while I tossed a line. The grass flats are shallow and loaded with life, so these dolphins were probably having better fishing luck than I was. My fishing window of opportunity coincided with dead low tide unfortunately, and as any fisherman or fisherwoman can tell you, that's absolutely the worst time to fish.
That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
The start of the rising tide ... the best time to fish ... was my signal to return (arrrghhh) so that my crew did not become flotsam as the Gulf reclaimed the sandbar they were inhabiting.
Meanwhile, back on the sandbar that we call our own, Mrs. FC seems to think it's Mother's Day.
Does she look cozy or what?