The silences in the marshes of the Merritt Island Wildlife Refuge where vast. No quacking ducks, no peeping coots, no wind, no disturbance. The sky was devoid of clouds and the only ripples on the water were made by the birds as they hunted in the shallows.
A Tri-colored heron plied the marsh, looking for lunch.
Down the road a piece we came upon a Great egret. Interesting how the light has passed through its eye, sending out a spark at the bottom.
And this? This is just absurd.