A Brown Pelican shows his considerable wing-span as he takes off on a fishing trip.
Because of this pesky virus, it’s been far too long that we’ve been confined to our immediate surroundings. I’m feeling cautiously hopeful that with the vaccine roll outs, we might once again be able to ‘spread our wings’ and fly away to see far-flung family. The last time we saw my mom–in-law in England, she was only 106. This year she turns 108, so as you can imagine we’re really hoping we’ll be able to visit her this summer.
A couple of weeks ago I noticed that Theresa, our resident River Cooter turtle was digging a hole in our backyard. I went out to tell her that her efforts weren’t appreciated, but she ignored me and carried on anyway, so I left her in peace.
After googling to find out why she was doing this, I realized that she was preparing a nest in which to lay her eggs. The hole was soon filled in and the grass has since grown over it. I hope the baby turtles will hatch safely and be able to get out, as the mom’s job is done once she’s laid the eggs and she takes no further interest in her brood, so they have to fend for themselves. Apparently it’s a team effort and they take it in turns to dig their way out. Imagine if we humans did the same.
Through my kitchen window, I spotted this quartet of white Ibis balanced precariously in the trees alongside our lake. It was almost as though they were posing for a photo op.
According to Native American folklore, the white ibis is a symbol of both danger and optimism because it’s been noticed that they are the last to seek shelter before a hurricane and the first to emerge afterwards, so I’d better keep an eye on those Ibis.
Hope you’re staying on top of things and not letting the lock-down get to you. Mr GBH has the right idea. He’s executing a fine balancing act and in doing so, seeing things from a different perspective.
How I would love to be able to fly up there and keep an eye on the whole neighbourhood from a really safe distance.