Dusk at the Port Royal Cypress Wetlands in June is a cacophonous malodorous unfolding drama as thousands of bird-parents and bird-kids get through another day.
One brief episode of sibling energy took me back to the days of hungry pre-adolescent sons playing and provoking, squawking and strutting, and being — well, juvenile.
I’d like to say there’s a life lesson here, or a parable, or a cautionary tale.
But mostly, it’s silly noisy entertainment, a gift from the natural world, and I hope it invites a smile, wherever you are in this wild, noisy, messy, so-alive world.
You’re welcome!