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Another Walk. Gee Do I Have To?

Can you hack one more walk with me?  Took another little jaunt on the Clam the other day and happened to have the camera with me, too.  (Remember: Always take your camera, wherever you go.)  
The Clam is right next to Shawshank and all I have to do is take a key with me that unlocks the gate.  The Clam is a great walk/jog/running/hiking trail nestled in a bayou.  We've been there before so you know your way around.  Tonight we are going further in and do some exploring.  This is the first time I've been this far into it.  

    

The tree which is the first landmark houses a family of Osprey.  They always stand vigilant guard watching the humans, and their pets walk by.  One might think they measure us in terms of the number of meals they would get.   

    

Overhead I heard what sounded like a small Honda motorcycle or moped.  It turned out to be one of those small one-seater recreational planes.  




The walk is accentuated by these small coves that go into the Gulf.  



I've never seen any gators or exotic wildlife from the walkway or bridges.  But the place seems to be teeming with fish.  As I walked I noticed a small trail off the main cement walkway and it seemed like a nice place to check out.



One of the things I spied was this print in the soft ground.  Now I'm no Steve Irwin, but Crikey! that looks like a gator print to me.  That or a 500 pound duck.  I think it's time to leave.



Resuming my walk I came upon a dam of sorts and noticed this guy, who apparently wasn't making any more flights.  


His mates down the way didn't seem all that disturbed by their friend's fate, or maybe they were, I don't know.


There may not be gators, or other land-bound creatures here that one might see at Sawgrass or Boyd, but nevertheless it is still full of feathered animals.  These guys just patrolled the edge of the creek looking for morsels.




On the way back my osprey friends were still watching, and I suspect getting ready for supper.










I really thought maybe I got a good shot of a kill but turned out it was just some grasses.  


Occasionally one must fluff up the place a little.  


It was getting dark so I decided to head back to Shawshank.  And then I heard a "who".


I took this poor picture and when I got home I had to lighten it up so you can see the source of the "who".


This was the original picture.  Spooky with those owl eyes.  I can see why this is a scary image at Halloween.

And that is our walk for this evening.  Thanks for coming along.





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