(Webster’s II – Office Edition 1984)
Incongruent – adj. 1. Not congruent. 2. Incongruous
Incongruous – adj – 1. Not corresponding: disagreeing 2. Made up of diverse or discordant elements. 3. Unsuited to the surroundings or settings.
Congruent – adj. 1. Corresponding: congruous.
Congruous – adj – 1. /Corresponding in nature or kind.
Jama & El Matal Ecuador – February 2014
If this last bend of Rio Jama were populated with thousands of Cocoi Herons and few egrets, a different species might be featured above! There’s something special about close encounters with elusive species. On the first day of this year, the distinct call of the lone osprey whispered, ‘I’m back; did you miss me?” (Yes, I did!)
Equally elusive is the lone Cocoi Heron, a pearl of a recluse that dodges society. At times this feathered beauty stands guard in the mud flats upriver, or it edges closer to the ibis and egrets that forage beneath the blue-green mangroves. Quite shy and untrusting, it soars away at the slightest hint of human presence. Today, however, this closest neighbor of mine stood guard slightly downriver from the house while rough-winged swallows flitted nearby!
Gazing out the other windows, I’ve observed a different scene for over a month. I’ve briefly mentioned this new activity, though I’ve tried to dismiss it; this daily intrusion sometimes lasts into the night.
Would you describe the two views as incongruent? One side immerses one in nature; the other represents chaos.
Here by my house, they’re replacing a man-made outlet that worked quite well – out with the old, in with the new… (I’m not sure who ‘they’ are – if it’s the local municipality or if it’s funded by the province.)
Did anyone note the beach sand? (Above photo – sand delivered around noon today. Photo below, taken near sunset today)
It’s a bit incongruent that this project warranted more importance than the vanishing beach at nearby El Matal. After surrendering to the no-water blues, I tweaked my view back to the river and its self-appointed guardians.
Sigh; the incongruent view negated my stress, and I left my troubles at the roadside.
The river ebbed higher, and subtle rolling waves tipped upstream and smacked the usually-quiet riverbank. The cocoi heron clocked out for the day, and the night herons began their nocturnal shift. The waves suggested that the ocean was building strength. I thought of my friends, several miles on the other side of the river, filling sandbags and preparing for the next aguaji.
Is there a guardian that watches over the coastline? If so, El Matal needs an army of them ahora – NOW! Z