Water Resources of the United States
Wetlands Poster - Grade School ActivityA WETLANDS VISITWe wanted to get up early for our hike to a forested wetland. My friend was determined to become a wildlife photographer (Say cheese! click). At the crack of dawn, we headed out. As we got close to our destination, we heard the faint sound of mallards (quack, quack) getting closer. We walked quietly, but we could still hear the sound of our own footsteps (squish, squish) in the wet grasses and mud. Overhead, a huge flock of Canada geese (honk, honk) could be heard calling noisily. When we reached the forested wetland, we sat quietly at the edge where we were hidden by the vegetation. We sat as quietly as possible and listened carefully. At first, all we heard was the water (gurgle, gurgle) gurgling over a beaver dam. The wildlife photographer (Say cheese! click) readied her camera. The mosquitoes (buzzzzz) soon found us and distracted our attention away from a beaver (slap!) that was quietly swimming our way. I turned my head and saw small waves of water (gurgle, gurgle) rippling in the quiet, deep pool on the other side. The beaver (slap!) suddenly seemed to notice our presence, and its broad, flat tail slapped the water (gurgle, gurgle). At the same time, the wildlife photographer (Say cheese! click) missed an incredible photo opportunity while doing some slapping of her own. The mosquitoes (buzzzzz) were getting ferocious! The water (gurgle, gurgle) continued to keep us company, and the sound of the beaver (slap!) seemed long gone. I was doing my best to keep quiet, but the wildlife photographer (Say cheese! click) was noisily unwrapping a piece of candy. I glanced down at the water (gurgle, gurgle) and noticed a water strider (strider motions) skating on top of the water (gurgle, gurgle). I was wondering how it could accomplish such a feat. The water strider (strider motions) just kept moving across the water (gurgle, gurgle). Water striders (strider motions) look rather silly, I think. The wildlife photographer (Say cheese! click) was getting impatient by now and started to get up just as a flock of mallards (quack, quack) flew by. The mallards (quack, quack) were startled by the sudden movement and veered out of camera range. The mosquitoes (buzzzzz) were really getting out of hand now. My friend slumped down dejectedly, and her camera lens cap fell into the water (gurgle, gurgle) below. As she was retrieving the lens cap, I noticed a big moose (clomp, clomp, clomp) walking toward us. The moose (clomp, clomp, clomp) was slurping down plants and water (gurgle, gurgle). I grabbed the arm of the wildlife photographer (Say cheese! click) to get her attention and startled the water strider (strider motions) she was attempting to photograph. The moose (clomp, clomp, clomp) munched on some willows. The moose (clomp, clomp, clomp) lumbered out of the water (gurgle, gurgle) and crashed off through the bushes before the wildlife photographer (Say heese! click) could focus for a picture. The beaver (slap!) that had ventured by again ducked underwater in search of more quiet surroundings. The water (gurgle, gurgle) kept up its music as we decided to follow our footsteps (squish, squish) home. We walked as quietly as possible to try for another chance to photograph some wildlife. Only our footsteps (squish, squish) betrayed our presence. When we turned around to look behind us, we saw the sunset. The sun was low on the horizon, and the sky was glowing pink and gold. High overhead we heard the flock of Canada geese (honk, honk). I slipped my friend's camera out of her backpack, held it up, and said "I am the mighty wildlife photographer (Say cheese! click)." |