The swamp down the road from us has dried up on one side, leaving small puddles filled with frantic fish and no escape.
For the birds, herons and turkey vultures and seagulls alike, it is a smorgasbord.
For photographers, it has been a gift.
This is the second time in the past 10 years this has happened. Heat and drought adding up to evaporation.
The food chain forming its own long necklace of death, and life.
I walk down the road and watch it happen without knowing why. Herons by the handful when usually, seeing one is a gift. Vultures making beautiful tracks across the sky, too far away to reveal their own ugliness.
And all the while, little fish, swimming their way towards nowhere.