It has been such an unusually long, cold winter in the low country that I’ve not done any plein air journaling in several weeks.  In my semi-frustration with the weather (can’t get too frustrated when I see what the rest of the country is experiencing) I decided the bleak winter landscaped must offer something that would spark my interest.  The camera was put into my pocket

We drove the golf cart (sides down of course – the dogs hate the cold) up to the golf course.  Rob headed to the practice green, the dogs and I made our way down to the boardwalk trail.  The swamp is so dismal this time of year.  I beefed up the colors 🙂

Song birds were flitting about in the wooded area before the swamp.  Titmouse, Carolina Wrens, Cardinals, and very quick Warblers.  I ‘pished’ for a bit to see if any birds would come in closer but, as good as the dogs were, my feathered friends decided to ignore me.

A little farther down the boardwalk I happened to catch site of a wee bird landing on top of a nearby dead tree.  It climbed around to the back side and as I made my way along the boardwalk I was able to see it quickly duck into a hole.  I never did see the entire bird again.  It was busy making room in its new nest.  I’m thinking it’s a Brown-headed Nuthatch but I’ll need to visit the trail again to confirm.

I usually see Resurrection Ferns growing on Live Oak branches, but lately I’ve noticed they will grow in the most amazing places.  Today I saw them on a dead tree that still had some bark left on it.  The bark was moss laden and the ferns were starting to dry up.  If I went back today, I’d see 
them ‘resurrected’ in full glory.  We’ve had lots of rain… just what they require to come back to life.