I saved this set of pictures from our trip to the B on the 7th. I was watching a glossy ibis in the shrubbery, a not so common site. And it was nearly at eye level, another uncommon reason to be paying attention. As I watched the white ibis flew in and landed in front of the glossy, which caused no alarm at all. They then proceeded to raise their wings in complete harmony with each other, and basically mirror each other’s movements as I watched in amazement. I stood there shooting bursts until I figured enough already, and as I turned my attention elsewhere they continued their dance in total harmony.
There was a new message waiting for me at the park this morning. I heartily agree with the message, and even the spelling was creative. I could have called this post ‘the blue hour’, or even simply, Happy Halloween, but my little creative friend won my heart today.
In exploring this new-to-me neighborhood I had spotted this park a while ago. I immediately imagined positioning myself on the far side of the park trying to shoot the sunset. And I tried to do that exactly once, but it would only work if I walked onto people’s property, and I’m still a bit chicken to do that. And when I thought about sunrises I’d been on the lookout for places I could drive to in less than 45 minutes that would include a good view to the east. But on Sunday morning I decided that I needed to take a walk, and much to my surprise look what I found.
I have admitted that I have sunrise/sunset envy, but it seems I may just need to open my eyes and look around a bit more, and appreciate what’s right under my nose.
When you let Ozzie out and the ducklings are right out back it’s hard to resist going back in for your camera. And as you watch you spot a dark bird on the far side of the lake and take some photos of him also, and try to figure out what exactly he is.
My first thought was Glossy Ibis because his back shone iridescent in the sunlight, and I was right, but I didn’t realize how red their heads can be. Another bird I hadn’t seen on the lake before. It took a while to notice the Tri-color Heron out there.
But it was the ducklings that Ozzie and I mostly enjoyed. And you see how terrified of Ozzie they were.
My efforts to see the cranes as they leave in the morning have backfired. Oh I see them as they crest the hill and come into view…
But each time I’ve been waiting for them they haven’t continued onto the pond behind mine, and I suspect that it was my presence that sent them scurrying up the street. And, sure enough, I walked Ozzie this morning the cranes were at that pond, and probably had been there a while enjoying it since it was well after sunrise. As much as I like to get nice photos I really don’t want to disturb them so I guess I’ll try to resist stalking them.
And when you are out back watching duckling and other creatures it can almost be a surprise to see the crane family returning after their day’s adventures. Another day drawing to a close…
The Tricolored Heron that spends time on the lake out back every day is a tricky little guy to photograph. He is never still, he flits from place to place, and stays hidden in the weeds most of the time. I think he’s gorgeous.
And the Ibis is present all the time, lots of them actually. I hardly notice them because they are out there so often. Zoe loves to run through the flock of them to make them fly. They are too pretty to be ignored.
But the most exciting thing going on out back is that I think it’s official, we have a nest. Well, the Sandhill cranes do at least. They return to the neighborhood in the afternoon, and you know this because they announce their arrival as only they can. Yesterday they wandered for a while, and then one flew to the nest site and the other one waded over to join him. They rearranged for a bit, and they spent the night. This morning they sounded like a couple of roosters out there, announcing the sunrise. Will we have chicks eventually? First we’ll need eggs, and then it will take a month. Stay tuned…
We were lucky, myself, and my friends and family. I’m very thankful that my choice to stay in my home didn’t create a problem for anyone else. I saw postings this morning saying how scary the storm sounded and that people didn’t get any sleep, but I must have slept through the scary part. I have a much bigger lake in the back yard. It looks lovely in the sunshine. The birds are back out there, and butterflies and a dragonfly also.
I started raking the leaves and sticks that were carpeting the back yard, but with the winds as strong as they still are it may have been a waste of time. And, like a huge amount of people in Florida, I have no power. Which means I haven’t been able to see what has happened outside of my little area in the wake of Irma. Hoping all are feeling as thankful as I am today. See you when the electricity returns…