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Marsh Walk

One of these days I need to sit down with a cup of coffee and update course descriptions.  I don’t think I’ve looked at them for several months which is not good.  One thing I will add to Biology is a marsh walk we did in town.  

The marsh is the largest in the state.  It is generally off limits to visitors.  While it is federally protected, it is not restricted. However, the residents in this neighborhood are very protective of it and have been known to chase people away with threats to involve the police for trespassing.   A marsh walk is a 4th grade public school field trip.  Grace was able to experience this walk before she was withdrawn, but Lilah was not so I jumped at the opportunity for a guided tour by a fellow homeschooling mom who is a member of our town’s conservation committee and a guide.

We already knew that the marsh is a protective barrier between Long Island sound and our town.  We knew that it filters thousands of gallons of water during each tide cycle.  We knew it is an estuary ecosystem and home to many nesting and predatory birds.  

We did not know that there was a Native American settlement here and artifacts have been found.  Nor did we know that the grass, which settlers used to thatch their roofs, has been piled up 20 feet deep and shakes when you walk on it which can be quite unsettling!  We did not realize that it is the tides that carry in ocean debris and were saddened to see a fair amount of trash carried in.  

In my last post I wrote about being behind and having to work hard to finish up some core subjects.  However, I have been at this long enough to know that if I push and push and push and do not temper it with fun and exploration and social events we will be one unhappy family.  Like the wolf class, this too will be added to Biology as a supplement.


  1. This was one of my favorites. You know one thing I learned from you on our trip to Selma/Birmingham was how much difference it makes to take a guided tour with people who are knowledgeable. It makes all the difference.


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