The Bear Swamp was penetrated late Sunday afternoon by one Whip-(the earth is 6,000 years old)-persnapper and one Whip-(add several billion years to that number, please)-poorbill, the latter laden with recording equipment (and as heavily hyped) as an attempt to locate nesting and happily hooting great horned owls was at hand. The age of the planet would not be discussed all afternoon and evening. Nor would a single owl be seen or heard.
However, the old Earth subscriber brought along a camera.
Snap aged this stand of trees at 5,999 years old.
Swamps, by nature, tend to be soggy SOBs.
Swamps, also by nature, tend to be rather lovely.
A STONE! BY GOLLY, THEY FOUND A STONE! LOOK, EVERYBODY! A STONE!
...kay, that's enough of that.
Soon after, the pair parked their tiring middle-aged butts within another 5,999-year-old stand of trees and awaited dusk and the slew of owl hoots of which the elder'd lugged 5,999 lbs. of gear in order to record.
"Hoot? Anybody? No?"
Beautiful swamp, there, Alfie.