The salt marsh is a summer favorite, as the entries stuffed with long grass and ospreys will attest.
The high tide in the grass brings out the monster in the brothers, and Comet is often the brunt of their desire to chase and bite. I always watch to make sure they’re not too hard on him, but he’s constantly going over, taunting them, and running off.
(Top to bottom: Ajax, Ojo, Comet)
It really does look like a whole lot of fun, especially if you like biting.
What would a trip to the salt marsh be without a chance to take pictures of Osprey? This is one of my all-time favorite Osprey pictures.