"...the ornithologists still had serious doubts. Sutton finally put it directly: 'Mr. Spencer, you're sure the bird you're telling us about isn't the big pileated woodpecker?'

"Spencer exploded. 'Man alive! These birds I'm tellin' you all about is kints!' he shouted in their faces. 'Why, the pileated woodpecker's just a little bird about as big as that.' He held his fingers a few inches apart. 'A kint's as big as that!' he said, holding his arms wide... 'Why, man, I've known kints all my life. My pappy showed 'em to me when I was just a kid. I see 'em every fall when I go deer huntin' down aroun' my place on the Tinsaw. They're big birds, I tell you, big and black and white; and they fly through the woods like pintail ducks!'

"After Spencer's outburst, the members of the team were all believers -- not just because of his vehemence, but because his description was so accurate. Ivory-bills do not have the typical bounding flight of the pileated woodpecker. They generally fly away high and straight, with stiff flight feathers, looking very much like a pintail, and their call is a distinctive nasal kent, kent, kent -- very similar to the local name Spencer used, kint. Sutton and the others couldn't wait to get to the bayou and start searching.

"As it turned out, that was not an easy proposition..." --Gallagher, Tim. The Grail Bird: Hot on the Trail of the Ivory-billed Woodpecker, pp. 10-11: "Of People and Peckerwoods."

Saturday, September 21, 2019

Come On Home: Green Dead River, 10 September 2019

My brother Brian and I took our kayaks to the Pascagoula River once more on September 10, my birthday.  The clear, sunny day warmed quickly from the upper 60's (Fahrenheit) at dawn to the 90's by 10 a.m.  We put in at Josephine Sandbar, an easily accessible, massive sheaf of whitish sand on the River's east side.  From there we kayaked downstream about 3/4 of a mile to Sandy Wash Bend, where we beached our boats on yet another huge sandbar, and hiked to Green Dead River, an interesting-looking area off the River's west bank we had not visited before.  


I had thought we might be able to kayak through the swampy area just off the River, and access the lake that way; but the image on Google Earth was taken during a time of relatively high water.  Now, during this time of near-drought conditions in south Mississippi, it is a nearly impassable expanse of thick brownish-grey mud.  We persevered through a grove of eastern cottonwoods and thick underbrush to the lake's northeastern edge, but found the forest there to be very young.  Cutting north, we walked through tall grass on a pine bluff before descending back to the sandbar and our kayaks, for the return paddle upstream.

All photos are by Brian Carlisle, unless otherwise noted.


 Looking downstream from Josephine Sandbar.  (My photo.)

The old man.  (My photo.)

 Beautiful wreck and ruin on the riverbank opposite Josephine Sandbar.  (My photo.)












 Our best view of Green Dead River.

 Thick, waist-high grass on the pine ridge.

 The welcome line of white.  (My photo.)


 It was very humid.  (My photo.)

We found several nice pieces of driftwood on Sandy Wash Bend.  Some, like this one, were impossible to move, buried under tons of sand.  (My photo.)





Green Dead River was disappointing, but the day was joyous.  We were very tired at the end of the return trip upstream.  The River, however forgiving, will have her due.

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