It is the Year 1942. Humans reserve this piece of Earth for birds. And name it Parker River National Wildlife Refuge. The estuary where three rivers meet the Ocean. Where Fresh and Salty intermix. Where Grasses and Wildflowers thrive. Protected from the Ocean by sand dunes... This place has belonged to birds from the very first blade of grass... Today we, humans, do not encroach. Are not allowed to. Except to take a peek from marked spots... And there they are... Flying... Swimming. Splashing... Lounging. Napping... Groups. Pairs. Singles... Wading... Being There... Makes me think... NO, it is not all about survival. These birds know how to enjoy life...
