Corson’s Inlet

We left the pigeons to their dopey confidence and pointed the car south. I’d looked up what I might find at Corson’s Inlet: Piping Plover, Clapper Rail, Sanderling. I found none of them. Anglers from Pennsylvania were packing their kit. There were too many Pennsylvania car tags for this to be anything else but an anglers’ club meetup. I grabbed the Fujinon XF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR and the Fuji X-T3, and we walked northwest along the shoreline under the bridge. ed-winged Blackbird · Saturday 11 April 2026FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 160 · 1/250 secXF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 484.5 mm · f/7.1 Dozens of Red-winged Blackbirds worked the dried swamp grass. A Laughing Gull stood very still on the sand, as though it had somewhere to be but had thought better of it. A Forster’s Tern crossed the inlet low over the water. We turned around and wandered the southern shore. In the distance, a couple of men waded out to fish, one of them knee-deep in waders, casting into the channel with the Strathmere water tower rising behind him. There’s a trail from the car park through the low brush to the beach. We didn’t take it. We hopped the jetty instead. No birds there either. American Herring Gull · Saturday 11 April 2026FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 160 · 1/250 secXF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 420.3 mm · f/9.0 Corson’s Inlet is one of those places where the channels shift. The sand spits grow and disappear. The tidal flats expose themselves at low water and vanish again. It doesn’t look like the rest of the coast because it isn’t — it’s been left to move on its own terms. I looked at Bhavna after a while. “I’m done, let’s get breakfast,” I said. Laughing Gull · Saturday 11 April 2026FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 500 · 1/250 secXF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 377.7 mm · f/10 We ended up at a place called Doozie’s. I ordered too much food — pork roll, bacon, scrapple, eggs — and poured maple syrup over the scrapple. That was the right call. It wasn’t even nine o’clock when we left. Back to the Ocean City Welcome Center.