I watched them feed and frolic for thirty minutes. I decided to join in, and got a sandwich from the cooler in the back of the yak. Retrieving the cooler takes a bit of dexterity. I have to twist back, undue the clips attaching the bow cover, unzip the cooler, carefully remove the sandwich, feel warm breath on my arm... please manatee, don't bump me now when I'm in a precarious position. No yak tipping two days in a row, whew !
I heard a boat coming at high speed, who the #*@& ? is this knuckle head ? A cop, lights flashing. He slowed wen he saw me. I have a question- if he was going to rescue someone, why slow down ? I think he was on a joy ride on the empty River. The manatees, of course, all dove down on hearing the engine, a froth of air bubbles rising to the surface. One of the manatees was the one I had followed from the Spring. I recognized the scar.
I found the "entrance" to the northernmost canal.
Back to the Spring Run, my usual tour of the nearby island, and landing. Yak on the car, I walked the boardwalk to the Spring entrance.
I was not sure how the old camera would work in the water tight hosing, but it does the job. In Blue Spring Run, the fish are generally downstream of the dive entrance, and due to the high water, no one is allowed beyond it. So no underwater critters.
I saw a flock of turkeys in the woods as I prepared to leave. I had to photograph this.
I've read that due to sandy soils and shallow root systems, trees often enter into this symbiotic relationship. Okayyyyy..
My first Tale was October 2008, so this is an annviersary. Thanks for reading.