On the bottom rung of a dock ladder, at low tide.
The turtles in the Waccamaw really like to eat. This poor guy must have been seduced by someone’s fish bait, and is now stuck with a hook. I’ve been told fish hooks will rust through and fall off fairly quickly. I hope that’s true, because I can’t stand to see them like this.
This was the view from my bedroom window this morning. The crab on the left had almost made it onto the boat, when he discovered he was being followed. Not ready to share any of his potential loot, he turned to face his pursuer and chased him all the way back to the dock.
The turtles here in the Waccamaw River are furry with algae. I’m digging the pea green shag carpet on this one.
This baby gator was hanging out at the transom of our friends’ boat this evening. Apparently he lives here with his mama, who is a big girl. Sweet dreams…