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To spend a day out shooting pictures and ‘only’ come home with 668 is not particularly a lot.  But it’s a lot to go through and it leaves you with pictures that are left over, that didn’t quite fit the story you were telling, or you simply missed them.  Or maybe they just wanted to stand alone.

All day long we had a running debate over whether or not the bird we were looking at was a tri-color heron or not.  But once we did see one we didn’t have to debate anymore.05-21-2005-21-20tricolor

Green herons seem more rare of a sighting, or maybe they just hide better, but I was happy to see this one.   And this pale colored one was a mystery to me, but Merlin says it’s a black crowned night heron.05-21-20greenheron05-21-20greenheron205-21-20blackcrwned

Soft shelled turtles aren’t particularly cute, but we were amazed to see this one camouflaged in the algae.  And the orange shell of these turtles stood out too.05-21-20sftshellalgae05-21-20orangeshell

An osprey flying over with its catch in its talons is always a goal to see.  But if he stops to eat in a tree it’s the next best thing.05-21-20osprey-fish05-21-20osprey-fish2

I missed the excitement when this hawk stole this snake from an ibis.  I did get to see him make short work of it.05-21-20hawk-snake

A butterfly is always a pretty picture, and this green dragonfly was my favorite dragonfly picture of the day, but I somehow failed to export it so I missed it on my dragonfly post.  But it’s too pretty not to post.05-21-20butterfly05-21-20greenongreen

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Birds of The B…

Great Blue Herons seem to be aware of their regal looks and they like to strike a pose on purpose, or maybe they just can’t help it.05-21-20messyGBH2

I like it when they look messy and the colors of their feathers show more.  This guy seemed to be drying his feathers as we passed by.  When we got to the end of the trail we did an about face and when we got to him again he was still standing there.05-21-20messyGBH305-21-20messyGBH

Not long ago a photographer posted pictures of a flock of 100 Roseate Spoonbills landing at one of the ponds here at the B, so of course I hoped they were still hanging around.  They weren’t, but we did see them one at a time, or maybe it was the same one over again.  And when he suddenly took off and flew the three of us all missed the shot.  But the shots we miss are why we go back.05-21-20spoonbill105-21-20spoonbill205-21-20spooniesleep

Would you want to take a nap standing one-legged in an alligator infested waterway?  I wouldn’t either, but this Spoonie seemed to think that this was a perfect spot for a siesta.  After hiking at least 6 miles, and in the hot sun at least half of the time, we were ready for a siesta too.

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Passing time…

I visited the rookery yesterday and found nest after nest of what appeared to be nearly full grown wood storks, mostly standing at attention.  Waiting for what I wonder, mom to feed them?  I love the expression on the face of the younger one in the feature photo,  I think they are still my favorite babies.   I think this egret mother takes her life in her hands when she shows up to feed her babies.   They tackle her, it doesn’t look pleasant, for mom at least.05-16-20egrets

The cattle egret babies are growing too.  Without an adult on the nest with them it took me a minute to realize which nest was theirs.  05-16-20cattleegretbabies2


A friend told me that the wood storks have taken over this rookery, it wasn’t always this way.  I lived in the area for 10 years before I ever knew that it was there, and now I have to wonder what happens at the end of the season.  I’ve been headed north by this time the last two years in a row, so I guess I flew the coop before they did.  Do they all just fly off one day?  I’ve stopped out of curiosity when it isn’t breeding season and there wasn’t a single bird around at all.  It would be fun to see all those big babies start flapping their wings and taking off, but so far I haven’t seen any practicing.  I’m just as bad.  I feel like flapping my wings and taking off too, but can’t seem to make a plan.

My old friend says that the secret to life is to never make a plan, then everything is always going according to plan.  I wonder how his life might have changed if he had  had a plan.  And my life looks nothing like I ever thought it might despite all the plans I made for myself over the years.  I feel like I should say something profound right about now, but I haven’t got a clue.  Just letting the days pass…


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Florida Scrub-Jays…

How easy would it have been?  Two years ago when a friend was my chauffeur/tour guide to the more elusive birds of the greater Tampa Bay Area, why did I not appreciate the technology residing in my pocket and drop a pin to mark where we were when we found the Florida Scrub-Jays?  It was just an out of the way road with not much there but a few trees on one side of the road and power lines down the other.  We pulled over and waited, and he later said that he was beginning to think the birds wouldn’t come to investigate, and then there was one on the wire.  He was prepared with some nuts for them, and although I’d seen pictures of these birds landing on people’s heads and hands, I honestly didn’t expect to have that experience myself.  But I did.  And now I have a hankering to do it again, or maybe it’s just a desire to expand my little world beyond these four walls.  05-14-20scrubjay05-14-20scrubjay205-14-20scrubjayfeature05-14-20scrubjay305-14-20easternmeadowlarkThis last is an eastern Meadowlark I believe.  And these birding locations are kept on the down-low deliberately so the birds aren’t disturbed and their numbers will grow.  Of course I would be respectful if I got to see them again, if I’d only dropped a pin that day.

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Lake Lisa…

I decided that a walk was in order this morning, and John Chesnut park was going to be my destination.  My friend said that she couldn’t remember if shed been there before, and I reminded her that it could be called squirrel central.05-13-20squirrel

There are usually lots of birds to see, but instead I saw dragonflies, and a deer just off the path.05-13-20dragonfly205-13-20deer

But the red-winged blackbird was found at a pretty little park that I noticed on the way.  I must have driven past it quite a few times, but this time I took note of it and stopped to explore.  It’s close to home and will make a good choice for a walk the next time I’d like to get out of the house.  Or for the sunrise.  The sign said Lake Lisa, pretty place.05-13-20LakeLisa05-13-20LakeLisa05-13-20redwingedblackbird05-13-20lakelisaview05-13-20twducks05-13-20view205-13-20reflection

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Burrowing in…

Two years ago yesterday I was lucky enough to tag along with an experienced birder as he showed me where to find the burrowing owls ‘here’ in Florida.  Here being hours from home, but a day trip, and that trip allowed for lots of stops to places I had only heard about along the way.  In looking through my old photos in the computer these pictures of the burrowing owls stood out simply because of how cute they are.  But then I thought of how we seem to be burrowing in these days, and how totally unaware we were of what was heading our way.  That there would ever be such a thing as quarantine.  It’s getting to me, I have to admit it.  One year ago I had forced myself out of my comfort zone to start my camping adventure, spurred on by the fact that I had shot my mouth off and said I was going to do it, so I had to just do it.  Now this lack of activity has me wondering if I’ll be able to get myself going again when its over.  It will be over eventually, right?05-12-20owl105-12-20owl305-12-20owl405-12-20owl505-12-20owl705-12-20owl6.jpg05-12-20owl8