Mr. GBH has now taken over the perch vacated by Perry pelican who has, now that Florida’s weather has really started to heat up in readiness for what will undoubtedly be another searing summer, flown off on his journey back to cooler climes
My first shot today, caught him unawares and he therefore looks quite boringly stream-lined,
but when he became aware that he was being photographed for my blog, he decided to pull out all the stops and do his full frontal yoga pose, together with a slight left turn of his head to show his best side. You have to admire his special brand of pizazz. He’s a real natural.
I was really surprised to look out of my bathroom window and see this new visitor to my backyard. The Black-crowned Night Heron is usually nocturnal, so its appearance at around midday was most unexpected. It’s the first time I’ve seen one of these and I had to consult my ‘Birds Of South East Florida Guide’ to identify it.
We have our family visiting from New Jersey at the moment and are having a great time together. It’s been well over a year since we saw them, so it’s very special to spend precious time together. Wishing you all a great weekend.
Snowy Egret is a regular visitor to our backyard. He’s usually on a food-finding mission and woe betide any unsuspecting frogs or lizards who happen to catch his observant eyes. He makes short shrift of them, grabbing them mercilessly in his beak and swallowing them whole, never to be seen again. He is distinguishable from the Great Egret by his bright yellow feet, plus he’s somewhat smaller.
In the late nineteenth century, this majestic bird was hunted for its soft, pure-white breeding feathers which were used to adorn women’s hats. These much sought after plumes sold for thirty two dollars per ounce, twice the price of gold at that time. This practice almost led to their extinction. Thankfully, they and many other birds are now protected by the ‘Migratory Bird Treaty Act of 1918’ which makes it unlawful to hunt, capture or sell nearly 1,100 birds listed in the treaty.
Wishing you all a splendid weekend. We are expecting 30 C today, so I think I’ll stay indoors and play my piano.
My sister Yvonne in South Africa, sent me this photo of a juvenile crowned eagle in her back garden.
In its unusually large talons is one of the baby dassies whose family lives under the garden shed, so no happy new year for him. When my sister first saw a couple of these furry little rodents in her garden, she thought how sweet they were, so started feeding them. After a very short while they sent word to their family and friends that there was a kind human who was giving out free food and that they were all invited. It didn’t take long before the whole tribe arrived in her garden and they very quickly discovered a thriving vegetable patch with lots of juicy morsels just there for the taking and started to strip it bare. Then the eagle arrived and provided a solution to the problem.
Wishing you all a safe, healthy and happy new year. Thank you so much for your visits and comments. I appreciate each one of you.
Back in 2016, I posted photos of a great-horned owl looking at me from a palm tree outside my bathroom window. I named him Bubo, short for his fancy name which is ”Bubo Virginianus’. Apart from the two sightings four years ago, i haven’t seen him since, but this week I heard an unmistakable hooting coming from a palm tree in my backyard, “Hoo Hoo Hoooooo” he called, as distinct from Santa who says, “Ho Ho Hoooo”.
I’m sure it must be the same owl and he looks much more mature now. The oldest great-horned owls are known to have lived to twenty-six years. I love that wise, unflinching stare of his. I think he was telling me to hurry up and get the photo before his patience ran out. Ah yes, wisdom and patience is something we have all needed this year for sure.
Yesterday we were driving merrily along behind another car, when it suddenly came to an abrupt halt, seemingly for no reason. We waited a few seconds before seeing why. A gaggle of Egyptian geese having decided that the grass was greener on the other side, bravely waddled out into the road, obviously having faith that they’d be seen and given safe passage. It was their lucky day.
American film director Abraham Polonsky once said, “If you don’t get killed, it’s a lucky day for anybody.” I guess that’s one positive way of looking at life.