Guest Feature – Life Intrigued

Bad Day to be a Crab…by Brad Marks

Well, when I said in a previous post I was going to take a “break” I had no idea that was going to turn out to be literally. Some would say I might have jinxed myself, others might look at my recent history and invested in the predictive market. As a guiding rule, I prefer to focus on rehabing one injury at a time – stay focused, put the effort in, get past it and prioritize whatever is left. I was having issues with a joint in one of my fingers prior to retiring with a nod to typing being a major component of my career for all 31+ years. I exited the grind, it seemed to get better, started hurting again and then broke my elbow – new priority. Continued to hurt, then broke my ankle – new priority. Having been cleared of that latest injury, went back to my elbow surgeon to FINALLY deal with the finger. Words you do not want to hear when the doctor pulls up your xray – “Whoa, that joint isn’t just damaged, it’s obliterated!” Optimistic day, meet Craptastic day. Looking at joint replacement or joint fusion – for certain, my guitar days are officially over. Got a shot in the joint to relieve some of the pain until I make a decision. As a result, my break may extend longer than originally intended – at least until I can hit the E-C-D keys again. Worry not, for Brad has a number of great posts from their jet-setting adventures already in the queue to entertain you!

Take it away Brad…

One day during our Australian photo assignment, Jan and I went different directions. The tour group’s activity for the day was to go to the Great Barrier Reef, something I’ve always wanted to see. That is, until the wave conditions on the day were expected to be between 1-2 meters high (3-6 feet). Gads! Intrigued readers know of my fondness for small boats in rough seas . . . NOT! (see here) I made the choice that day to keep my feet firmly planted on land. Jan, who’s afraid of nothing (learned to ski Double Black Diamond runs when she was about five) went on the boat ride to Green Island on the Great Barrier Reef. She did tell me later that several people succumbed to motion sickness on the rough 45-minute transit to and from Green Island and that I would NOT have had a good time on the boat.

Once the tour bus took the rest of our group to the boat headed for Green Island, I grabbed my Aussie hat and went outside to see what the tidal flats of Cairns (pronounced “cans”) were offering that day. After an hour of photographing shore birds and wading birds in the tropical sun, something caught my eye in the trees to the right.

Sacred Kingfisher found by Brad Marks in Cairns, Australia

That’s NOT a wading bird!!! Hit the jump to read more about this fishing royalty!

White-Faced Heron…by Brad Marks

Hi folks! Rather big week for me personally. I mentioned previously I had a follow-up with my ankle surgeon last Thursday. Have to admit, was pretty apprehensive going in not really knowing what that outcome would be, which ended up being great news and not so great news. On the great front, ankle appears to be healed (as it is probably going to get) and fairly strong. All that rehab work paid off and now officially released to push it even harder and continue getting it to ultra-condition. Then the mood dampener came when he admitted the current level of “pain” will continue for some time – in the 1.5 year range. Apparently the residual level of annoyance still being experienced with shattered elbow will also occur with this latest injury. I can deal with this discomfort now that I know it has structural integrity. Celebrated with a 9 mile run yesterday (longest since the injury back in October 2024) and today went for a 25lb ruck for 7.5 miles on the hardest hills on the Illinois River bluff. I’m back baby hahahaha! As mentioned previously, I am taking a break (to develop the training plan for this October’s 100 miler race) and will be digging into Brad’s adventure queue – did I hear cheers, I think I heard cheers.

Take it away Brad…

How many times have you been birding and taking photographs when you think you know what the bird is in the viewfinder? Happens to me all the time. Not!

After breakfast on our first day in Cairns (pronounced “cans”) in Queensland, northern Australia, Jan and I decided to wander along the waterfront during very low tide. Our assignment from Intrigued HQ was to photograph anything that flies for future stories. Just “up” the beach from our hotel (towards the Equator to the left looking out over the water), a squadron of Australian Pelicans catches Jan’s eye. Off she runs to take some photos. About the same time, this heron-sized bird flies into view and I begin to wander to the right, or “down” the beach, to catch some photos. At first glance, through the tiny viewfinder, I think it’s a Little Blue Heron. It’s about the right size and color. I do notice there are some interesting colors and a bit of what looks like aging on its face. You know how some breeds of dogs (and Intrigued photographers) get white-faced when they are older? That’s what this looked like. I’ve only seen an adult Little Blue one time, but never a really old one. I take a few (dozen) photos and move along. Then my subconscious realizes something didn’t look quite right. Maybe this is a teenager in between juvenile and adult plumage? Nope. A morph with a Snow egret? Again, no dice. This is a whole new bird from what we’ve seen before. In other words, a +1 in birding parlance.

White-Faced Heron found by Brad Marks in Cairn's Australia

Did some devious clown bird throw a meringue pie in that Heron’s face? Hit the jump to learn more about this intriguing international specimen!

Who is that Masked Bird?…by Brad Marks

For some reason I continually forget February is a short month – even worse since leaving the grind when I had the end of the month “Explain how you earned our money” reports to remind me the calendar is about to roll (and the bank account grow). I am sure someone out there is going “Just look in the bottom right corner of your screen nitwit!“. The important thing is I need to stay on top of the posts or we will miss our self-imposed monthly quota. I had intentions of digging into my photo backlog queue and writing up a post today, but Linda offered to go chase a Snowy Owl that had been spotted about an hour away…that requires zero decision time ha. We ended up finding TWO of them which made my day (missed that check all of last year). In my jubilation, forgot about the post until it was too late, but you are in luck. Brad was at the ready with another of his adventures from “Down Under”. Last time I brought you a new bird that traveled to us, this time we are bringing you a new bird that Intrigued packed its bags for.

Take it away Brad…. (Note, Brad and Jan are out on assignment so replies might be delayed)

On our first full day in Cairns (pronounced “cans”), Queensland Australia (north side), Jan and I went outside our beachfront hotel after breakfast to see what we could see before our first group activity started. Even in October, Cairns is very warm and humid. Remember, it’s on the other side of the Equator, the seasons are reversed. Essentially, we were in Australia in “April” for them. Cairns is in the tropics so temperatures don’t vary all that much winter to summer. Well, except from Fahrenheit to Celsius for travelers. The high temperature that day reached 28C, or 82F, with 110% humidity. A very warm day for me, but about average for this time of year for Cairns. Important stats to know when carrying very large glass outside after it has been sitting in an air-conditioned hotel room overnight. We let the cameras and lenses warm up slowly to prevent condensation on all of the glass elements. Wandering around with a large camera and 200-500mm lens garners a lot of attention.

Talk about having egg on your face ha… hit the jump to learn more about this exotic looking bird.

Babies Down Under…by Brad Marks

Getting this post in just under the wire. I had intentions of publishing this last post of the month out a few days ago (to hit our monthly post quota), but we have been moving northeastward up the gulf coast and time slipped away. Truth is, I am a bit exhausted which is an odd thing to declare when you are technically on vacation – and retired. We’ve been on the road for over a month now and it has consisted of some high points and low points. On the plus side we are not in Illinois, there has been SOME warm days, we’ve been able to meet up with birding friends down here along with friends who came down from our hometown and even Ron was able to joined us for a few days. We’ve also found a few new feathered lifers and taken in some new sites. Unfortunately, the weather has been frustratingly “chilly” down here and the birding has been a disappointment due to a universal lack of real rarities to chase. Add into the mixture my ankle is not progressing at a pace anywhere near what I need/expect it to be, The Beast is acting up (likely sand in the WAV motor again) and did I mention I’m currently wearing a stocking cap and staring wantingly at my gloves. Yes, this born and raised in the Midwest tundra lad has grown soft ha! I just need a brief rest and I’ll be recharged (not to mention it is going to start warming up this week). In spite of the weather gods trying their mightiest to defeat me, I am still sitting at 220 birds for the year (21st on Texas top 100) and tins full of new material to hopefully keep everyone entertained this year. Add in Brad and Jan’s adventures and we are in really good shape. Speaking of Brad and Jan, they threw me a lifeline taking over the controls of the Intrigued enterprise to bring you another adventure from “Down Under”.

Take it away (temporary) Kiwis….

On a recent photo assignment, Jan and I were staying in a very nice hotel in the middle of Christchurch, New Zealand. The view from our spacious and well-appointed hotel room looked out at the Christchurch Cathedral. Well, at least what’s left of it after severe earthquakes in 2010 and 2011. Much of what’s left is being supported by a web of giant steel beams. The spire and upper tower were destroyed during the multitude of 2011 earthquakes (between 6.0 and 6.4-magnitude) and have been partially rebuilt on the ground since then, ready for reinstallation. Restoration is difficult because many of the skills required to rebuild a stone structure have been lost over the decades. The Cathedral is still competing for resources (money and people) with hundreds of other rebuilding projects in Christchurch since the devastating earthquakes. New Zealand is a country of five million people. The cost to rebuild the city of Christchurch alone is estimated to be near $40 billion New Zealand dollars. That is a very large burden, whether in New Zealand or U.S. dollars, for a national population of only five million. You can do the math to see that this might take a while.

This story is a late entry to extend December’s Baby Month at Intrigued. Literally, as soon as I had copied the photos from the Australia and New Zealand assignment onto our home PC, it failed. Thanks to holidays, and weather delays, the replacement PC didn’t arrive until mid-December. Getting the new PC up and running again with all of the Intrigued Corporate applications, plus a few hardware surprises, took another two weeks. And here we are.

During one of our free days on assignment, Jan and I walked about a kilometer (a little over half of a mile) from our hotel in Christchurch to Hagley Park South to see what we could see. Why am I am being very specific on the name of the park? Every city we visited, in Australia and New Zealand, had a park or royal garden near the city center named after Queen Victoria, the reigning monarch when the countries were officially founded. Each park, or garden, had a life-sized (or larger) statue of Queen Victoria; she was not looking amused. Of course, in anticipation of finding something interesting to photograph, we took the big glass along.

Paradise Shelduck babies found by Brad and Jan Marks in New Zealand

Protect yourselves, there’s cuteness overload coming after the jump!

Old Gum Tree…by Brad Marks

Sorry for the lag in posts, the first of the year bird count reset means we are in a target rich environment, especially down here in south Texas. Sun up to sun down we are chasing birds and then by the time I get the spoils offloaded to the storage drives (and the secondary storage drives), make the eBird submissions, update Intrigued’s Average Year bird tracker and write up the day’s trip report I am absolutely exhausted. My brother Ron was also able to join us for a few days so I’m trying my best to get him caught up – yes, our brotherly “competition” transitions to “collaboration” when we are in the field together. My slow start is picking up steam as I’m now on firm ground in the Texas top 100 birders list and steadily climbing. Even bagged a premier rarity for the Rio Grande Valley today – a nice gift for my birthday (today). More to come on that success, but for now, if you are interested you can get up to speed on where we’ve been on our Average Year status page (note, I have not been able to get the charts updated yet) – link here. Best of all, I’ve been meeting a number of wonderful and extremely helpful birders this trip – our feather community never ceases to amaze me.

While I recover from my birthday celebration, going to put you in Brad’s capable hands to bring you another very special bird from their trip “Down Under”. Take care everybody, I’ll be back once things start settling down here.

Take it away Brad…

The title of this story should get your braincells remembering a song from childhood. That is, if you are over a certain age. I’m not admitting to anything at all, mind you.

Jan and I were on assignment down under. We had just completed a long day visiting Taronga Zoo in Sydney and traversing everything there is to see at Sydney Harbour. We spent a little while trying to find P. Sherman at 42 Wallaby Way (from Finding Nemo by Disney), but then decided it was probably time to find our hotel.

Sydney is a lovely city to visit. There’s a bit of nearly everything for any visitor. Sydney has tall buildings for the architecture lover. There are great restaurants liberally sprinkled through the downtown area. A few blocks away from the harbour is fantastic shopping, even some very high-end stores with queues forming outside an hour before the stores opened. Not to mention the Sydney Opera House (a life goal) and the Sydney Harbour Bridge, both right on the water. In my humble opinion, Intrigued readers really must visit Sydney. No, I’m not being compensated by their tourism council. And yes, I’m using Australian spellings where they differ with their American cousins for this story.

On the way back from the harbour area, Jan and I decided to walk through the Royal Botanic Garden Sydney. It was on the way to our hotel after all, and a great chance to look for birds. Within seconds of setting foot in the botanical garden, our first photo subject was prepped and ready to go for us. I was looking to the right side of the path at a Noisy Miner and Jan was looking to the left. She lifted her arm to point at a bird in the tree and asked, “What’s that?” Before I could turn to focus my attention, she had raised her camera and was firing away.

Laughing Kookaburra found by Brad and Jan

Not going to see one of these hanging out in one of our local trees, that’s for sure. Hit the jump to learn more about this kooky looking bird!

Cuteness Overload in a Tree (COiaT)…by Brad Marks

Welcome to the New Year everyone! I am getting a late start mostly due to lack of consistent connectivity…that and the fact the birding counter reset to 0 a few days ago. If you are a birder, you know that the beginning of the year is the BEST time to bird as practically every thing you see with wings is a check! As for the connectivity, we are currently in Big Bend National Park and this place is HUGE. For a reference point, the road from one end of the park to the other is ~43 miles. The park itself is over 800,000 acres of which a large number of those produce a slashed circle on your cell phone bar. I’ll get more into this park in future posts, but right now (while I have a few bars of signal) I want to get you to something I kind of let out of the bag in our Christmas greeting. Brad and Jan had the opportunity to explore “Down Under” late last year and I wanted to start off 2026 with one of their observations.

You are in for a real treat, take it away Brad!…

Sometimes, photo assignments turn out to be vacations in disguise. Shhh, don’t tell Intrigued HQ; Jan and I sold this trip on being a four-week long photo adventure, promising to bring back thousands of photos. Well, we actually did bring back tens of thousands of photos. We also had a very nice vacation along the way in a spectacular part of the world. This trip/vacation/assignment ticked several life goal boxes: crossing the equator, crossing the International Date Line, crossing the Pacific Ocean, visiting a new continent, seeing the Indian Ocean, and seeing unique wildlife. You get the idea.

To maximize our coverage area and create the most photo opportunities, on our first full day down under we signed up for a guided tour leaving Melbourne early in the morning. After picking up the other tour participants, the guide and driver named Brian (at least it will be for this story), gave us an overview of the agenda for the day. Once everyone was onboard, and he thought most of the tour group was awake (the tour started before sunrise), he asked if there were any goals we had for the trip. Waiting a few seconds to see if anyone else suggested a goal, I blurted out mine for the day. No one else was really awake it seemed because there we no other suggestions. I realized later that of the nine people in the tour minibus, there were only four English speaking participants. Brian mentioned something about my goal being very nice, but that it had a very low likelihood of being achieved for reasons listed later.

Several hours into the tour, Brian had begun to warm up to the group and suggested we might be able to meet my stated goal after all. As we approached a small bridge over a stream in the middle of nowhere, literally, he slowed dramatically. Dozens of tourists had parked haphazardly on the road and were staring up into the trees. Brian said that when there are a bunch of people pointing up in a tree in the middle of nowhere it’s usually a sign of something high up in the trees. Impeccable logic.

He didn’t want to add to the dangerous parking situation so he continued driving across the small bridge to park at the first safe available place. The road was elevated above the surrounding fields by several feet allowing the creek/river to flow under the bridge with ease. As Brian opened the sliding door on our touring minibus, Jan hopped off first and spotted a brown lump in the tree in front of us at eye level.

Koala captured by Brad and Jan Marks while in Australia

How cute is that! – Hit the jump to read more about this adorable creature.

Finally Blue…by Brad Marks

Greetings from the tundra – well, the Illinois tundra that is. We got a good 7 inches of snow yesterday on top of around 4 inches earlier in the week. My driveway looks like a classic West Point defensive position now being outlined by a 3 foot hardened ridge. The worst however is the temps came screaming down, bottoming out around -7F early this morning – windchills in the -24F range. If there was any hesitation to head south, that has been completely discarded. First a few more events to take care of. We had my families Christmas gathering just before this latest storm hit, Intrigued has their party coming up (lord help us ha), we have Linda’s family’s Christmas, then our Christmas and some final appointments to get out of the way first – one being hopefully the final release from my ankle surgeon (Bri needs to run). While I tend to all the logistics involved with those gatherings, I am going to have Brad take the helm and bring you another one of his adventures out east. Take care everyone, stay warm and may your hearts be merry this Christmas season.

Take it away Brad…

Being almost, but not quite, new to birding, I tend to trust the names of the birds to be descriptive. The more Jan and I go out capturing our feathered friends on “film”, the more I learn the names may or may not describe the bird at all. Or the characteristic described can only be seen when the bird has met its demise and is splayed out on a display board somewhere.

One of our first encounters with wading birds was in South Carolina a few years ago, we took photos of everything. It was the first time I came within 19 photos of filling up a very large memory card (at least that’s what the counter on my camera told me) successfully squeezing over 3,700 images onto the card that day. Downloading the photos later took quite a bit of time, as did recharging the camera batteries. Jan and I were shooting from about 8 am until 4:30pm. We weren’t shooting nonstop, but we did take nearly 7,500 photos from a single day’s outing spread across three cards. This was way before Jan got her 200-500mm lens and was stuck using my 70-200mm with a 1.4x TC attached. I was still using a monopod, which helped hold up the 200-500mm on my gripped D300; it does get heavy after a while.

Sorting and categorizing the photos once we were home was a marathon event. I ended up doing the sorting twice because I was only casually identifying the birds that looked different from the ones in the next set of images. That’s when I learned that many of the juvenile versions look completely different from the adults. Their names also do NOT help in the slightest in identifying juveniles. Rookie mistake on my part.

This year, Jan and I finally saw an adult version of today’s bird that does indeed look like its name.

The day started out rather chilly in spite of being in what I would call the Nearly Deep South in February. We had begun to traverse Laurel Hill Wildlife Drive at Savannah National Wildlife Refuge on the state line between South Carolina and Georgia. Technically, we were standing in South Carolina by a couple hundred yards. A winter wind was blowing that day, so we didn’t start out spending much time outside the car. Near a small wind break Jan spotted something moving near the reeds at the edge the marsh.

Little Blue Heron found by Brad and Jan Marks at Savannah National Wildlife Refuge, South Carolina

Hit the jump to see more of this “little boy blue”.

The Best Camera…by Brad Marks

Well, I honestly thought things would slow down after the Halloween weekend – you’d think I would learn. Still working hard each day to de-battery all the props, break them down and get them stowed back away in the tubs/boxes. Fortunately, I did really well on those grade school spacial relationship tests. School counselor, “Have you considered a career at Mayflower?“. Some of my time is being siphoned off thanks to having to build new shelving in the outbuilding – apparently I went a bit overboard (Linda says “a bit” is a gross understatement) acquiring new props while I was sequestered in the guest bedroom due to the ankle surgery – Ted over at TJPhoto (link here) even warned me about that. Add in trying to get Ruger qualified for the CPE agility nationals, therapy and all the homestead chores I delayed due to the haunted trail event and …well, a perfect time to feature another of Brad’s adventures. Take care everyone, I should be caught up…umm, relatively caught…up…ehhh, somewhat caught up..ah hell, I think I need to go back to work so I can get all that free time back I used to have ha!

Take it away Brad!….

Jan and I were on a trip to see a few of the National Parks near the West Coast. If you haven’t been to see the flora and fauna of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, you really need to. My mind is still reeling over the scale, on both ends, of what we saw. Tiny brightly colored birds flitting amongst ginormous Sequoias over 250 feet tall. I think Warbler Neck could just as easily be renamed Sequoia Neck.

While we were there, it would have been a shame not to see the Pacific Ocean since it was only a few miles from where we were staying near Anaheim. I mean after all, it’s the Pacific Ocean! It covers nearly 1/3 (over 30%) of the surface of the entire Earth. An actual and verifiable fact.

On our last day in California, Jan and I took a side trip to Newport Beach to see the ocean. As we got closer and closer to the beach, I noticed the price for parking kept rising and rising. Finally, a spot opened up that only cost a pittance by West Coast standards (the equivalent of two café lattes and a bran muffin) to park before 10am. Our thought was to leave the big cameras in the car and simply walk along the beach for a few minutes, just to enjoy the sand and the ocean.

After crossing 50 yards of flat sand, Jan and I came to the ocean’s edge. I felt bad for the few people sitting on their surfboards just a few yards offshore waiting for a wave; the ocean was flat calm. I’ve seen larger waves in mill ponds. Jan and I had not expected to take any photos of shore birds on our five-minute beach stop, so we left the big cameras in the car.

Here at Intrigued, we call that foreshadowing…

Sea Parrots…by Brad Marks

We did it! I am proud to say the Haunted Trail of Fears 2025 is officially in the books. All that is left is to haul it all back out of the woods, let it dry and then pack it away until next September. It is practically impossible to add up the number of effort hours this event requires as it extends well over 10 months when you add in all the project planning, prop building, assembly and tear down. Add in all the incredible help we get (including my brother Ron who spends weekend after weekend down here leading up to the event itself). Long hours starting early in the morning and rarely ending before well into the next day. This is what we live for here at Life Intrigued’s Haunt Department so through it all we are wearing big smiles (unless absolutely too tired to make those muscles move ha). Overall, I can proudly say it was a great success. Rain did move in on us the last night, but all but two guests made it through the nearly a mile haunt completely dry (even the two who didn’t make it out of the valley until the rain started had a great time as the drizzle coming through the tree canopy upped the eeriness in the dark woods). I’ll be posting some pics and likely videos from the event in future posts. For today, Brad is going to bring you one of his adventures from the northwest while I try to give the body a badly needed rest before starting tear-down tomorrow.

Take it away Brad…(note, Brad is still on his latest assignment)

Regular Wildlife Intrigued readers may remember a birding adventure Jan and I took out into the Atlantic Ocean in unstable seas (here). We were chasing a “must see” bird; one of those “life” birds that are usually only seen on nature shows. You know the ones, where the producer has a huge budget and dozens of cameras and weeks and weeks of time to sit and wait for the money shot.

A year ago, we were on a 65-foot boat out in the Atlantic that was bobbing like a cork on rough seas (4-6’ waves) for almost three hours. I had taken a double dose of Dramamine and wished I’d taken a third. Jan was getting bounced around and bruised from the fiberglass benches we were seated on. I couldn’t see anything because of the zero-visibility fog we were sailing through. The sky was various shades of dark grey. I vowed I’d never get on a boat that was less than 500 feet long ever ever ever again when it is out of sight of land.

And I haven’t, except for a quick tender trip in Hoonah, AK, but that was for only 100 yards on flat calm water. The last ship Jan and I were on was 1,083 feet long when we sailed from Alaska to Vancouver last August. That ship had some great nature programs on board given by The Ship Naturalist Robert Raincock (find him here or here). He was very popular helping to point out various birds, whales, and pinnipeds (seals) as the ship cruised the Inside Passage south from Alaska. BTW, what’s the difference between a boat and a ship you may ask? We were told, in no uncertain terms, that ships carry boats. Clear enough to me.

Our morning started with a slow and careful cruise into Glacier Bay National Park. We wanted to be sure to see glaciers while we still have them; we were not disappointed (may be a future story). Margerie Glacier is one of the few glaciers that is still advancing in North America, even though it detached from the Grand Pacific Glacier in the 1990’s. This 21-mile long glacier is about 1.25 miles wide at the waterline and 250 feet tall. In other words, it is roughly 7 times the length of our ship and nearly half again as tall above the water.

Tufted Puffin found by Brad and Jan Marks

Hit the jump to learn about our new +1 enjoying the Alaskan waters.

Mistaken Identify…by Brad Marks

Things are really heating up on our Haunted Trail event. You are already aware of this, so no need to go into further detail on that – of note though, my pillow recently filed a missing person’s report on me. These are the days I regret giving up caffeine so many years ago. Fortunately for me, Brad was able to stockpile some posts to keep you entertained while we try to deal with the nasty clown infestation in the woods. Today Brad is bringing you another adventure from one of their favorite locations – Hilton Head Island. Note, Brad and Jan are back on assignment and will have limited access to respond to comments, apologies in advance for that. Suspect the Intrigued HQ is in absolute chaos with both of us gone (I’m looking at YOU legal department!). Time for me to head back into the haunt lab.

Take it away Brad….

As many of our long-time readers know, Wildlife Intrigued photographers constantly travel these United States to bring you the latest on birding, and sometimes, human behaviors. Jan and I have had a very busy photo assignment calendar these past couple of years. To show the extent Wildlife Intrigued will go to bring you a story, a year ago while on assignments, we saw both oceans buffering the United States.

Jan and I spent a few chilly mornings on Hilton Head Island on the Atlantic Ocean last February. I thought South Carolina is supposed to be warmer than Illinois in February. The afternoons all ended up being quite lovely. However, one morning, there was ice on the fence near the ocean at sunrise. After a brief shiver and then a short ride in our warm rental car, Jan and I ended up at a favorite place from prior visits: Fish Haul Beach at low tide. Time for a small sidebar to share what I learned about the names of various tides.

Marbled Godwit found by Brad and Jan Marks at Hilton Head Island

Hit the jump to learn more about this upturn billed featured feathered friend!

	doerfpub on A South Texas Specialty
	doerfpub on I’m Waiting
	George Lara on A South Texas Specialty
	Bob Ramsak on I’m Waiting
	A Haunting We Shall… on Halloween Project: The Great P…