The Indians who sought sanctuary in the Everglades’ vast wilderness called it Pahayokee, the grassy waters. Conservationist author Marjorie S. Douglas in the 1940s called it the “River of Grass.” The early Spaniards named it the Lake of the Holy Spirit. No matter the name, the subtropical splendor of the Everglades continues to enchant its many visitors; be sure you are one.

However splendid, the Everglades remains threatened and in 1947 was the first national park created to protect a threatened ecological system. No park elevation tops eight feet above sea level and while the river still flows slowly toward bay (Biscayne) and gulf, the threats to it and the entire region moved quickly toward its destruction. Amazingly, the region’s only source of fresh water is the rain that falls on it, which would be enough if people hadn’t intervened. Extensive canal and levee systems now shunt off much live-giving water before it reaches the park.

Pollutants add to the problem and high mercury levels haunt the entire food web. The Florida panther is so endangered that not even 10 are thought to live in the park.

Fortunately, efforts to save the remaining Everglades and to restore a semblance of their original function are in progress. In 1989 Congress extended the eastern park boundary to protect the Shark River Slough (say, Slew) which is critical to sustain the park’s historical abundance and diversity. Soon after, Congress authorized the world’s largest environmental project which requires 30 years to accomplish and seeks to return water to more natural patterns of quantity, timing and distribution. We heard of one aspect of this being 12 miles of bridge that allows water from the canal alongside Tamiami Trail to flow into the glades and that only one mile so far was complete. We drove over it on our way west after Southern Comfort and yes only a mile and the stretch is more like a raised causeway with large pipes underneath.

Our second day of grassy water adventures began with a nearly two-hour, two-mile backcountry boat tour up Buttonwood Canal, into and across Coot Bay, through short Tarpon Creek then finally peeking out briefly into Whitewater Bay. Darn good thing the camera had a full charge.

Captain Steve and his assistant Sedgwick worked well as a team with Sedgwick as spotter. Amazing how he could see this tiny gator tucked into the mangroves. Captain Steve would maneuver the boat close in so we could take our pictures, but first we had to see the darn thing and that took some doing. Mama gator gets no prize for Mother of the Year as she usually doesn’t tend to her young for more than a few months, unlike crocs who take on the challenge for a year.

 

Although we have read, heard and seen plenty about mangroves I still can’t keep them straight. Here we had the rare opportunity to see all three together. The red mangroves are sneaky, the white outer bark covers their distinctive red underneath.

Back at the marina we checked on the osprey nest. Baby was born at the end of January so was about two weeks old. What a difference a day makes; this chickie was noticeably more active and demanding today.

A stop at Paurotis Pond to find wood storks and roseate spoonbills was successful but they hung out in trees on the pond’s far side so my pictures are only so-so. I’m also including a better one taken elsewhere here so you can get a good look.

The endangered wood stork is considered an indicator species. This dramatic wading bird, its plunging population decline and painfully gradual rise as restoration efforts prove successful, is noteworthy. How it feeds explains why. Wood storks feed not by sight, but by touch or tacto-location, in shallow, muddy water full of plants where the fish can’t be seen.

Walking slowly forward, the stork sweeps its submerged bill from side to side. Touching its prey, mostly small fish, the bill snaps shut with a 25-millisecond reflex action, the fastest reflex known for vertebrate species. Only seasonally drying wetlands concentrate (winter is the dry season) enough fish to provide the 440 pounds that a wood stork pair requires in a breeding season. When human water management upsets the natural wetlands cycles, wood storks fail to nest successfully.

We ended our day with the gem of the park (IMO), the Anhinga Trail, which is mostly boardwalk. We’d read about the vultures attacking car tires and wiper blades and sure enough, here we found the first warning sign.

Located at Royal Palm about two miles from the park entrance and HQ, the half-mile Anhinga Loop Trail and its sister trail, Gumbo Limbo are worth the price of admission alone. They offer the best opportunity to view wildlife up very close. Royal Palm is fully equipped with ample parking, restrooms, several info kiosks and souvenir shop you can also join one of the several ranger-led talks throughout the day. We joined one near the end and highly recommend it if you have the time.

Immediately as you walk to the area right behind the buildings, where to look first is the question. Pond, marsh-lined narrow and shallow water areas next to the wide walking path, trees, shrubs, palms and more grassy water as the boardwalk begins and leads you out into the very much alive marsh.

This guy above rested about 3 ft off the trail with only a tiny wall separating us. A 20-something girl approached with her BF, looked intently and stated that no way he was real. But then he opened his eye. Kids need to get out of Disney, video games and into real life!

I didn’t realize when I took this photograph that the adult anhinga was in her nest with young ‘uns.  Acting hungry I’d say. So where is dad?

The anhinga is similar to the cormorant but the neck is snakier, the bill pointed, the tail much longer and the very large silvery wing patches make it easy to tell it apart from the more pesky, unattractive cormorant. The female has a buffy neck and breast. Not sure if we’d ever seen one before our Everglades visit.

 

 

 

 

Look at those feet; just perfect for walking on water. He also did a great job of using his bill to lift up the edges looking for a snack. Superficially duck-like except for smaller heads, forehead shields and rather hen-like bills, gallinules swim, wade and climb bushes.

 

 

 

I hope you liked the Everglades tour, liked as in “like” it if you did and wouldn’t mind tossing your camera toting, stiff-necked tour guide a bone for all her efforts- the most difficult being choosing the photos to include here.

Our next stop after leaving SoCo RV park in Florida City will be Trail Lakes Campground, an even more rustic park on Tamiami Trail where we had a spot on a small pond…. more birds!!  We explore Big Cypress Preserve and others. Stay tuned for a rare sighting as we get lucky with so many large birds nesting.