Every Day is a Blessing, The Beauty of Grand Isle

Every day is a blessing and every day we have been here we have found beauty despite the negativeness of the previous posts. Days spent with my sister and her husband are always joyful and special as they guide us to hidden beauties of this place.
One day they took us hunting for sea glass and for pirate treasure, old pieces of pottery/china from the days when Jean Laffeyette ruled the region. Another day Renita and Connie went up the bayou while Gary and I went fishing near Grand Tere. A third day was spent at the annual bird festival and we even got a new life bird!

Being obsessed with rocks, it should come as no surprise that we also collect sea glass so of coarse they took us to their secret place where we found lots and lots of old coke cola bottle glass. The pieces we really like have something written on them and we found pieces that had Thibidaux and Baton Rouge, We even found one with Sherman, Texas, the story that glass could tell!
The pottery we found was in a new place and I will give you a hint It involved wading and finding the pieces in the surf, not on land. We found more then we have found in all of our trips to Grand Isle and we have some with different patterns then we have seen before.

Last year I had the best fishing of my life as Gary took me to Grand Tere and the reds were running. There we caught red fish on every cast and they averaged thirty four inches long. This year we couldn't land on Grand Tere as BP were still cleaning the beach there and we watched as a line of workers walked the surf picking up tar balls. While the fishing was off considerably I wouldn't read anything into it as I did manage to catch a nice 28 inch red and we watched as the dolphins corralled a school of pogies and fed and fed. One slapped the water four times with his tail, stunning the fish and then calling the other dolphins as terns dived and rose from the sea carrying a large pogie in their beaks.

A third day was spent at the bird festival and we walked the paths through the Nature Conservancy Land. We walked past a group of birders who told us of their find, a black whiskered vireo. I looked at the picture and asked them how they knew it wasn't oil on the birds whiskers and they didn't even laugh, don't make jokes with birders!
Every day spent here has been a blessing and we leave tomorrow with sadness but also with anticipation of new states and new birds, and best of all the unexpected beauty we find with this lifestyle. We give thanks to God for our many blessings. Clear skies