The morning calm was interrupted by the incursion of cattle into the wetland. Upon closer inspection, an old cypress which has been progressively dropping limbs had taken out a section of fence (thus allowing opportunistic bovine to access yummy greens).
A little while back, I was on the phone and heard some loud cracking noises. A cypress along the fence line came crashing down. From the tall remnants of one of the trunks, a number of birds enjoy the view. We watched this frolicking couple of black shouldered kites.
