Looks like Mrs Penny Pelican has flown in to join her mate Perry, now that he’s sorted out their digs for the winter.
On their way back upstream, they were accompanied by an entourage of birds. The Great Egret led the parade, whilst Mr GBH proudly ‘rode shotgun’. The ducks, paddling for all they were worth, brought up the rear. It was quite a show.
The tri-coloured heron just looked on in astonishment.
I’m happy to report that Grandpa Igasho is still alive and well…… and would you just look at the length of that tail!
He’s found his safe place where no Iguana Control person can reach him. Look to the right of the arrow. One would have to not only brave our resident alligator, but also be an agile tree climber to get to him.
This morning, Woody wood stork came striding purposefully through our backyard and from the determined look in his eye, he was most certainly on a breakfast hunt. I pity any poor fish who are unfortunate enough to come into contact with that beak.
With his ugly, dark grey, wrinkly, bald head, it’s unlikely that he would win any beauty contests, but having such a menacing face which only a mother could love, probably accounts for the fact that wood storks are rarely preyed upon, even by alligators.
Recently, I’ve been feeling quite doleful because of the hunting down and killing of iguanas in our neighbourhood, so it was a real relief yesterday to see Grandpa Igasho in our backyard. I first took a photo out of my bathroom window so as not to scare him away.
Then I crept outside, opening the screen door very quietly. He didn’t move and inch, so I guess he must have known that I meant him no harm and was only going to shoot him with my camera.
He really is a beautiful specimen and I’d miss him so much if he were to fall prey to the Iguana Control man who patrols here with his shot gun on a regular basis.
Alas, I don’t speak ‘Iguana’, or I’d tell him to set up camp in my backyard where, because I haven’t contributed to paying for the extermination of him and his mates, he would be untouchable.