The first 3/4 of a mile along this trail was rather quiet. Anolis carolinensis carolinensis darted across the sand between the palmetto bushes, scurrying out of my way as I passed. The sun was beating down strongly, heating up the white sand. I watched and listened as I walked haltingly in my stop-start birding fashion. My vision is not what I wish it to be when it comes to spotting color and unidentifiable blobs that are not a part of the local fauna. My "gifts" are in spotting movement and identifying auditory sound cues. Not bad for a 48+ year old I guess, but I have always suffered from what I call "crowd blindness" meaning that when I walk into a crowd of people, hoping to spot a family member, I can stand there looking and looking, mouth hanging open, drool building, completely dumb-founded until someone take pity on me and does a little wave or something. Meaning you can really screw with me if you want to...I can be a few yards from you in a large group and you can cruelly watch me pitifully scanning the masses over and over again for long periods of time if you so choose to...but for the love of GOD, please help me! So, I am usually watching for "movement" as I walk, and listening for clues to which bird may be in the area. That's what I was doing this day when I saw and heard the scramblings of something in the dry live oak leaves.