On the River at 8:25. Went to check the area across from the Landing.
Saw a flash of brown and tan feathers. Limpkin? No, a barred owl, on the ground. My momentum carried me by, I paddled back for a photo, and of course, it flew away.
That's all for now. I need to shower, get organized, pick up my godson, and drive to Sanibel. It'll be good to have someone riding shotgun in case there's any issue with the fully laden Nissan.
It is now Monday night. Time to add few pics to Saturday's Tale.
I turned around after only 20 minutes. An alligator had just slid into the water, somewhere in the above photo.
Back to the Wekiva.
A quiet day, as far as powerboats go. Writing three days later, I only recall one. A pontoon boat.
A large group of paddlers made up the bulk of the day's traffic.
A nice day before picking up Derek and heading to Sanibel.