|The Great Egret Song (Sold)|
The Delta is a network of paradox: Cultivated fields and orchards abut wild meadow lands. Natural watercourses join canals and irrigation sloughs. Former marshlands are home to small towns protected by man-made levees. And above it all are the birds, for birds and other wildlife continue to make the Delta their home.
|Delta Yolo Rice Fields; Green|
I've spent more time in the Delta than I expected to over the past few years...in fact, for the first few years I lived in Northern California the only thing I knew about it was that it was the annual water-skiing and houseboating destination of some SoCal neighbors who loved the landscape, the glassy water, and the camaraderie of river type folks. When I met and married Dan Ray I learned to look forward to weekend sojourns to hunt for the elusive bass or striper. I also soon learned that, for me, it was more gratifying to catch a watercolor or pen-and-ink sketch (they are sure bets) than making myself frustrated missing out on the fish or tangling my line.
We often see blue herons, the occasional deer, many assorted ducks, sand hill cranes, and the regal snow geese. My favorite by far is still the great egret, and one of my best times on the river was marked by the finding of a feather floating in the water alongside the boat. I fished it out and took it home, where it serves as talisman in my art studio. I don't think egrets are known to sing, but I think they have a song we should listen for nonetheless.