I’m not a golfer, but some of my best friends are. Spring Island has a top-notch course, designed by Arnold Palmer, who, I hear, comes back to play from time to time. The greens are hemmed by pines, palms and marshlands. Alligators love the water hazards, and so do wading birds. The 16th hole is colonized by wood storks. Golfers come through here, too, and they’re interesting to watch, but the storks have them beat by a birdie.
Triangular bills pushed leafy branches ahead of great black-and-white wing canopies on the glide-path down to their bulky stick nests. They preened, tussled, slept, copulated, and pushed each other off perches. Egrets and anhingas snagged smaller spaces between to build their stick nests. They gabbled and croaked and copulated, too.
It’s our last morning in South Carolina. We’re off to Savannah for the day, then flying back to Oklahoma. Sorry to leave, glad to have been here, hoping to come back soon.