Mangroves. It is the Wild West out there in the roots. The blue crab raised both claws up in the air ready for a fight with me. I stood back at a respectful distance and zoomed in with my Nikon…

Mangroves. It is the Wild West out there in the roots. The blue crab raised both claws up in the air ready for a fight with me. I stood back at a respectful distance and zoomed in with my Nikon…
The guide sang out “LBB at 2 o’clock.” Birders with binoculars swung them up tight to their eyeballs and looked off the right. But no, not me, I am standing there clueless. This was my first bird walk. I have…