The Gray-headed Swamp Hen, a vividly coloured bird in the Florida swamp, shows off his gaudy outfit. How many of you could get away with wearing his colour combination of cherry red hat, iridescent sky blue, aquamarine, indigo and violet suit, together with school-bus yellow leggings and footwear? He really is a flashy dresser
The local mall has a play area for when they come to visit us in Florida.
It’s always wonderful to see children enjoying simple pleasures.
Who of us doesn’t remember the thrill of playing on the swings in the local park? Some things never change.
When Sienna came to visit us in Johannesburg she wasn’t too old to enjoy the playground swings.
Likewise with the rides in the shopping mall.
A few years ago, this was my teenage grandson’s favourite seat as he wobbled around on his unicycle which he’d bought with our birthday money. He actually became quite proficient on it, but alas such fads blossom and then die, so it now languishes in a corner of the garage.
After almost two months away, I’m back home here in Florida and the first thing I noticed when I looked out at my backyard, was a distinct lack of iguanas. Some of you may remember my post about the proposed shooting of iguanas in our neighbourhood. It would seem that during my absence, the iguanas have been almost exterminated. Walking over the road to my neighbour’s house on Thursday, I saw a vehicle labelled ‘Iguana Control’, parked next to the kerb and as I walked up the path to her front door, I heard a couple of shots which alarmed me as they were so close. Apparently hundreds of iguanas have been killed in the past few weeks. I’ve only seen one sad and lonely-looking little fella since we got back, but no sign of him again over the weekend.
So it looks like there will be no more photos of these fascinating creatures on my blog.
I used to really look forward to seeing their hopeful little faces turned towards the sun.
Their gorgeous colour change as mating season progressed was always a joy to behold.
I did see Basil the basilisk lizard on his usual palm tree trunk, so good to know that he’s safe, although he didn’t look too happy. He must be wondering where all his friends have disappeared to.
The Great Egret was looking very unimpressed with all the goings on around here, as am I.
The birds and the bees enjoying a feast of nectar and pollen provided by this winter-flowering Greathead Aloe.
Only one more day left here at the beach before our 600 km drive up to our daughter’s house in Johannesburg. It’s been a wonderful month with lots of time spent with my sister and good friends. The sound of the crashing waves is music to my ears, something I’m really going to miss,