Thursday, April 14, 2011

April 13, 2011.

Factory Creek is a misnomer if there ever was one. The narrow but deep creek is bordered on one side by one backyard dock after another. The opposite shoreline is a huge field of saw grass marshland. It’s terrifically protected and close enough to everything, that why it’s one of our favorite stops on the ICW.

This morning I was awakened by the squeal like song of the Crested Swamp Warbler. That is until I was completely awake and realized that it was only Christy rediscovering the experience of a chilly toilet seat.

It’s been in the low 50’s here at night but up in the seventies during the day. Man we’re spoiled….

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