Welcome to my intertidal zone.
My name is Madison (Maddog, Mammer, Mad) and I am a devoted naturalist that delights in: porch sitting, SCUBA diving, disc golf, my doggies, surfing, SUP, science education, yoga, kayaking, surf and nature photography, bouldering, reading, metal sculpture, marine biology, Spikeball, bonfires, the jungle, birding, traveling, knot tying, playing drums, saltwater fly fishing, pottery, sandwiches, fossils, camping, beer, hammocks, and thesauruses.
This little bittern kept trying to force himself through the holes on the chain link fence, but obviously, he didn’t fit. He was confused and couldn’t fly, so I grabbed a box out of the recycling station at the nature trail and decided to catch this bitch. And a bitch, he was. I almost got my eyes pecked out in the process, but I got him safely in the box and took him to the protected area surrounding the Trout Point nature trail. When I tried to get him out of the box, he got too close to plucking my eyeballs out of my head, so I dumped the box over, not expecting him to dart out and run at me! I was scared for my life! Finally, after he wouldn’t let me have my box back and almost shat on my camera, he ran off into the brush. Now, he will be fat, dumb, and happy in the marshes far away from all the roads and fences.
