The fog is so dense in the bay this morning you can hardly see the shore.  But, it doesn’t take long before the sun burns through and I’m able to resume my search for sandhill cranes.  

The tide is low, making the sandhill crane’s coloring the perfect camouflage for this muddy, rock-strewn beach.  I searched the shore for quite a while before spotting this sandhill browsing the rocks, looking for low tide goodies.  Could this be the same lone sandhill crane that I found here last month?  Unfortunately, the sandhill was too far away for a decent shot, and the sun was behind him.  Not good.  So, I finally decided to risk going ashore, hoping some wolf or bear wouldn’t decide this was a good place to hunt for sandhills also.  I pulled my kayak quite a ways up the beach, just in case the tide came up while I was gone.

The sandhill kept moving farther and farther away from the shore.  By now I couldn’t see my kayak, which made me nervous.  I finally decided to go back and move the kayak farther up the beach.  I found an outcropping of rock and put the kayak on top of the rocks.  The tide would have to come up a couple of feet to reach it.  

The sandhill was almost to the trees when I caught up to him.  I think he was getting a little suspicious that I might be a threat.

I was starting to feel a bit nervous, myself, wondering about those wolves and bears.  So, I decided to leave the Sandhill in peace and head back to my kayak before I became lunch.

I headed for the entrance to Rescue, where I found this heron perched in the highest tree.  Maybe he wanted to check on that fog out in Mathieson Channel.

These Bonaparte’s gulls were claiming this little rock their own, at least until the tide came in.

I found this sandhill crane fishing near the boat.