Sunday morning and I can see the first patches of blue sky and bright sunshine since last Wednesday.
Weaker, but still wet, Fay has moved on to be somebody else's news, adventure, ... perhaps tragedy.
It is what it is.
Yesterday, while it was still Fayish around here, Mrs. FC and I rode out to Shell Mound. The mound is an ancient shell midden overlooking broad marshes, islands, and the Gulf itself. It's part of our National Wildlife Refuge System.
This is the road in. The forested 6,000 year old shell midden is up ahead and around a bend so you can't see it in this shot.
Can you tell the wind is whooshing the spartina marsh grass in this still pic?
I did shoot some video of the windy palms and grass, a marsh hen, and a willet, but they haven't made it to Youtube yet.
Each is about 20 -30 seconds long which translates into about 2 hours of upload time for the 3 clips on dial up.
Misty rain would spring up from time to time. Not enough to run for cover and it was normally of short duration.
This young laughing gull was hunkered down on the marshy shore, resting until the steady southwest winds of Fays arse finally moved on. Out on a nearby sandbar were willets, skimmers, pelicans, gulls, and terns doing the same.
Here's an elusive little bird, a clapper rail, or as we call them down here, a "marsh hen".
I love their clackitty call sliding over a stormy marsh ... it always sounds like home to me.