We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I once visited the Everglades in April, and it was really too late in the season: the wintering birds had begun to move north, and the dark swarms of attacking skeeters, especially early and late in the day, were a sight to behold.
Marshes are more full of life than any other sort of geography, which is probably why they appeal so much to me.
Despite the skeeters, for birders there is nothing better. Sad that I never saw a Snail Kite, though.
I've had the joy of spending considerable time in the Okefenokee Swamp in south Georgia, as well as several areas in Florida. In college, it was in pursuit of a biology degree under a noted biologist and environmentalist. As a college graduate, I worked for a company that did environmental impact studies at multiple Florida sites including Cape Canaveral, nuclear- and fossil-fueled power plants. The field time was exciting and exhausting, and I'll never wade into a gator hole at night to catch a baby alligator by hand again, or stay awake 72 hours at a stretch to collect samples in really bad weather. In my 60's now, I am more excited each time I go back into those places so remote that I am truly a part of the food chain. It's a great feeling to be fully caught in the web of life, to be totally surrounded by more life than you can take into your senses. The birds are still my favorite, and their food bill exceeds mine here at The Big Onion Hotel. Thanks for the beautiful post.