Judy Benson holds someone’s former balloon
Slight fog at the mouth of the Connecticut River. The first kayak adventure of the season with my environment reporter friend Judy Benson. After the parties end and the mylar balloons lose their air and float down gently to Earth, they tend to end up in the waterways. Here, where hundreds of birds wait to try to eat the pieces. The warnings about this are old. This was the first time I’d seen the evidence so close up.
About a half hour after we collected this one on the beach of Griswold Point, something whiteish and shiny was poking up out of the thick mat of grass on Great Island. Another lost mylar balloon without its owner.
