SI Mag 3.3

19 www.SullivansIslandMagazine.com | www.SullivansIslandHomes.com [ Feature ] Canine capers Speaking of dogs, a large number of pooches come out on Saturday mornings to play and paddle in the little tidal pool between Sullivan’s beach and my secret island. On these days, when the beach becomes a dog park, moments of solitude are few and far between. But I love the camaraderie, the canine koinonia, as we all meet in the same sandy spot for a common purpose. Both the dogs and their owners get to know each other week after week. It is all very friendly, but there is also something fowl going on at the tip of this sandy spit. Birds do it There is a vast and cacophonous gathering of sea fowl that takes place in the wee hours of the morning while the golden globe of the sun makes its ascent. Multiple sea gulls, terns and pelicans hold an avian convention. This tidal island also serves as a breeding ground, a nautical nursery of sorts. The sandbar breaks the force of the waves, creating a calmer pool to host small skates, fish and aquatic plants shaped like hearts. It is wondrous how the animal species intermingle, and I wonder: Why does our human species sometimes struggle to mix in our daily lives? Tree of life There is also a bare tree at Sullivan’s Point, whose branches had always marked the midpoint of my island journey. On sunny mornings, the tree cast creative