Egrets are such beautiful birds. They seem to be graceful and elegant all the time. Well, except for when they are feeding their young, then it seems like they take their life in their hands. Err, beaks.While I can take pictures of egrets just a couple of minutes from home, it’s impossible to resist taking pictures of them no matter where you find them.
Okay, alligators aren’t all that unusual here in Florida, and neither is this leatherback turtle. I used to see them in my back yard, they are water turtles. But they come on land to lay eggs, and it seems that what this one was hell bent on finding a spot for exactly that. I saw her throwing sand as she dug, flinging a shovel-full with each foot.Another photographer called this a ”bottlenose turtle”, so I took a close up. Now that’s a face only a mother could love.I have a time of it when I see a black water bird. Are they cormorants or anhingas? I said this out loud and was told the cormorants have a hook on their beak, and anhinga’s beaks are straight. So that’s settled. Those three young cormorants on their nest were making quite the racket. They looked big enough to fend for themselves to me!A woman with very impressive photo equipment and an Audubon tee shirt on said that the bird flying over was a northern harrier, so I started shooting. Not the greatest picture but it’s the best one I got. Something new to me.While Limpkins aren’t new to me they aren’t all the easy to spot. And I wonder if this one had dredged up his favorite dinner, an apple snail? Can’t say for sure.But the last, and most unexpected, photo of the day is this last one. I was on a boardwalk when some kids started talking about the wild pig they were seeing across the water. And sure enough there he was. There are still a lot of photos to go through, but it seems that time at home will be there order of the day from now on, so that’s really a good thing. Hope everyone has things to keep them busy, and to keep them calm and happy while we watch events unfold.
Not my family squabbles though, my family is blessedly free from squabbles. Nope, this was the bluebirds having an issue over something yesterday. I myself have been laying low, trying to finish a sewing project that I knew before I even started it that it would drive me nuts before I finished it, and I was right. And while I was home sewing I figured I could make a pot of turkey soup, after all I was home., but that’s a mess all it’s own with no counter space or dishwasher. And I’d been reading a book that had lots of old recipes in it, one of which was pop-overs, and I remembered we’d made pop-overs in junior high school home ec class, and they were good! So I looked in my old Fanny Farmer cookbook and made those too, only they didn’t pop over! Add glancing out the window as I work and noticing the bluebirds are back, so I pick up the camera which I’ve left at the ready, but I’m just in time for one bird to kick the other one out the door, so to speak. these are my first pictures from yesterday, finishing with the feature photo, and then the one alone, but only for a moment, and they both were gone.
I’m in a frenzy to finish the sewing project so I can clean this tiny place up because my dearest friend is coming soon. I don’t have to clean for her of course, but this little place is cute when it’s cleaned up, and besides, she might want to sit down and not sit on a pin cushion, which I did the other day. Life will be perfect next week when this place is put back together and I will be taking my friend to visit the eagles, and owls, and sunsets galore! Probably not sunrises though, because I am happy on my own in my little house, but it will be such a treat to enjoy my morning coffee with a friend…
It was a gloomy morning, which matched my gloomy mood. Today we were saying goodbye to yet another friend. Yet again I would see a dear friend taking her first steps down the slippery slope of widowhood. I’m five years in at this point, and I now know just how long this process is, this adjusting to life on your own. At first I found myself astounded that a week had passed, then two weeks, and then a month. Time, it seemed was relentless. Impossible as it seemed the days kept passing, and it all became a blur. Something I recently heard on TV struck me, it made me look online for a quote so I could repeat it correctly.
Time is free, but it’s priceless.
You can’t own it, but you can use it.
You can spend it, but you can’t keep it.
Once you’ve lost it you can never get it back.
by Harvey MacKay
A silly poem from a friend warmed my heart and brightened this gloomy day for me. I hope everyone takes time to let the people they care about know that they are loved. Don’t waste your time, it’s precious…
Can you see the Daddy Owl up there? Camouflage is the name of the game with these two owls, owls in general based on how hard it usually is to see them. Without other photographers there to point them out I would never have spotted these two. There is a debate as to whether this is the same pair who have nested in the area in the past. This is a different nest though, but in the same tree as the one I’ve seen in the past. And the female spent the whole time down in the nest. We could see that she rearranged herself a bit, but a peek out at us was the most we saw of her. She is busy sitting on eggs, that much seems to be a given. I’ll be back soon, hoping for more action when their chicks hatch. I don’t quite understand how I’ve gotten so invested in watching Mother Nature in action. Eagles and owls, and my former neighbors have promised to let me know when/if the Sandhill cranes that I used to watch out my kitchen window begin their housekeeping. It bothers me that all of this, the sunrises and sunsets, and nature going about her business, was going on my whole life and I failed to pay attention. It seems that the simple things in life are all that matters at these days. If only I would have figured that out sooner…
I think of going out for the sunset as a quiet, peaceful sort of thing to do. Not last night though. There were two sets of tweenaged boys screaming and playing in the water, and it seemed the seagulls were attempting to out-do them noise-wise. One of the sets of boys, three of them, had two of them extremely far out in the water, and the one on the shore was screaming to them to criticize them. I was almost afraid to zoom out and look for them in the water for fear of what I’d do if they appeared to be in trouble. Happily for them, and me, they were okay. The other set of boys kept choosing to play football between me and the sunset, and in moving myself to get away from them I managed to get in someone else’s view and he let me know it in no uncertain terms. Still, it was good to be out for the sunset. I’ve been looking at the cloudy skies lately and talking myself out of going out. Sometimes I have to give myself a little push, and I’m usually glad I did.