Four Brown Pelis perched up high in the swaying branches.
I’ve often marvelled at how they keep their balance and even manage to sleep standing on a branch. Surely it must be exhausting having to hold on so tightly so as not to fall. Well, apparently their talons have a pulley system of tendons so that the bird’s foot closes and grasps automatically as the ankle and knee joints are bent. They can only release their grip once the limb is straightened, so instead of having to expend energy holding on for dear life, as we humans would if we were clinging to a branch, a bird’s magical system simply locks their talons in place. How cool is that?
Little Terrence was parked right outside our garage door this morning. “I’m a bit lost, can you help me, please?” he asked in a very tiny voice.
I knew exactly how he felt, as I’ve often been lost. Thank goodness for GPS these days. In the bad old days when I had to rely on map books to find my way around, you would often find me parked at the side of the road, map book in hand, turning it this way and that, trying to decide which direction I was actually facing, and then endeavouring to work out whether to turn around or go straight on. I must have inherited my lack of sense of direction from my dad. He was always making u-turns. It’s not just on the road that I get lost. When exiting a public toilet in a shopping mall, I invariably turn the wrong way and head towards the men’s. Then I suddenly realising that there’s no way out at that end of the corridor. Hubby thinks this is funny and always has a weird smirk on his face when I eventually find him again because he knows what I’ve just done. Anyway, dear little Terrence had found a kindred spirit in me and was gently taken to the backyard, where he was deposited in the lake. I’m sure he’s now happily reunited with his family.
The opening of my kitchen blind this morning, revealed a couple of newcomers to our backyard.
Odette and her cute baby Ollie were frolicking in the pond. If they were looking for fish, they were disappointed.
They stayed to play for a few minutes before running back to the lake where fish are plentiful. River otters have few predators, but are sometimes hunted by alligators and birds of prey, so I guess these two had better watch out for Ali-Baba and Ozzie osprey. They’re pretty fast in the water, so their chances of survival are quite good.
I’m always happy to see new critters on my patch. Do you have any interesting animals in your backyard?
On Saturday evening, hubby and I went to a wonderful Valentine’s dinner dance. After walking the red carpet, we entered the foyer which was decorated with, not hearts, but lanterns, and the message “Love….Romance” up in lights.
We had a great evening with delicious food and lots of dancing to a fantastic band.
Who would have imagined that when we threw in our lot together over fifty years ago, that our journey of love would take us from England to South Africa and now to Florida. Something that hasn’t changed over the years, is that I always wear red on Valentine’s day. Today, it’s a red shirt with jeans. Life is strange and wonderful, not to even mention full of surprises. Have you found the same?
Three years ago at a local wildlife reserve, we spotted two love birds wearing red on Valentine’s Day. I think this pair of Red-Shouldered Hawks were making plans.