Wednesday, May 6, 2009
As we ventured down the boardwalk, Mark Musselman, education director at the Audubon Center at Francis Beidler Forest, held up his hand, motioning me to stop. We stood there in the middle of the walkway listening to the sounds of the forest.The sounds were soothing, like a relaxation tape, but I had no idea what I was hearing. Mark, on the other hand, had already picked out the sounds of eight different birds.
Every couple of yards we stopped as he pointed out different nuances of the swamp from animals and plants to the color of the water. Where I saw big trees and pretty reflections in the water, Mark saw a natural habitat full of creatures living in their own unaltered environment.
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