Southeast coast waiting for Erika.
A few days ago, I finally talked to Buck Bennett in the Coastal Resources Division of the Georgia DNR in an effort to find out if the Brunswick Cellulose docks in the Turtle River have a water bottom lease that could be rescinded and/or some other mechanism exists for getting these derelict structures removed. Mr. Bennett was rather defensive in asserting that because the pilings are fixed, no lease is required — the leases are just for floating docks. Also, he claimed that Brunswick Cellulose is using the dock and had made some structural improvements to them. (I am waiting to see if they got a building permit from Glynn County because I already know the DNR people are not equipped to assess structural integrity).
While I was getting nowhere with Mr. Bennett, I did make reference to the falling-down dock at Blythe Island which, Mr. Ours, the County Administrator, tells me the County is waiting on EDP or DNR to do something about. At that point Mr. Bennett asked if I was putting in a GORA request and I said, “yes, if that’s what it takes.”
These tidbits from the morning paper perfectly capture the ethos of the islands.
A man was arrested for breaking into a bar in the 1800 block of Norwich Street and a liquor store on U.S. 17 in the same night. Police caught the burglary suspect after he tripped a security alarm at the liquor store and noticed that he was also the person caught on video breaking into the bar earlier that night.
A man was shot in the hand while fending off an armed robber who approached him as he walked on O Street. The robbers gun went off and struck the victims hand when the victim reached for the weapon. The robber then ran off.
38 minutes out of 84
I trimmed the grasses in the side/front yard and across the road, to discourage parking in the high marsh weeds (morning glories, black eyed Susans, silverling, and something that looks like purple goldenrod). People around here seem to like to park their vehicles where the grass has been mowed. Noticed that at Epworth last evening. Walking from the asphalt parking areas was too far for many people. Being a pedestrian has, apparently, become a strange experience.
Why are men everywhere in chains? Because walking around unattached is scary.
As State Representative Jeff Jones points out at the conclusion of his power point and address to the Summer Session of the Environmental Law Section of the Georgia bar, the question we are left with is whether the law will be enforced, before, during and after construction is done. As this slide of the Obrien site demonstrates, there is little appreciation for the diverse vegetation that is characteristic of the “high marsh.”
The grasses and reeds, which present as an apparent mono-culture, are tolerated and perhaps even appreciated for their contrast with the massing of mature trees and palms. It’s the scraggly vegetation in the intermediate zone, the portion of the marsh that’s populated by elder and cedar and silvering and salt-water hemp, making a home and refuge for wildlife, that’s the relentless target of the mower so alien grasses can take over (with a little help from herbicides, pesticides and nitrogen fertilizers, of course).
There are supposedly plans. We will see.
If this is a green heron, we’ve had two batches. There were four chicks in the first. Only two in the latest. One flew off after a parent two days ago, but yesterday they were back in the hedge, waiting to be fed. I’m waiting for the dead bamboo to break under their increasing weight. Talk about a motley crew.