Last month some friends and I found a baby owl that had fallen out of it’s nest. With the help of a local wildlife rehabilitator and the local fire department, we put the young nestling back into it’s nest. The following day the adults were back tending to their chick.
This is my good friend and neighbor I.D. Midgett. He has been on the water his entire life. When I moved to Hatteras Island in 1973, many people there made their living commercial fishing. It’s a very physical and difficult occupation and is highly regulated. Commercial fishermen are close to nature and the weather. Their lives revolve around it. Nowadays tourism and real estate development have taken over. Very few locals are fishing for their livelihoods any more. Like many of our traditional cultures, this one is being lost.
