Mr. GBH in a pensive mood.
Hope your week is going splendidly.
Mr. GBH in a pensive mood.
Hope your week is going splendidly.
Some may say that Valentines’ Day is ‘for the birds’, but Mr. GBH takes his courtship very seriously as he builds his not-so–little love nest.
This is my entry for Debbie’s ‘Six Word Saturday‘.
Wishing you all a relaxing weekend.
Usually so sleek and smooth, even Mr. GBH can have a ‘bad hair day’. Somehow he still manages to look absolutely gorgeous, so maybe this is just the newest fashion in bird coiffure.
Wishing you all a relaxing and peaceful weekend.
Mr. GBH admires his reflected image.
Happy Wednesday to you all.
So, yesterday at breakfast time, Mr. GBH didn’t have much luck in our backyard. After flying over to the other side of the water to see whether he could find better pickings, he decided to return here just before lunch. He stood for a few minutes peering into the water, then all of a sudden disappeared from view, triumphantly emerging a few seconds later, proudly bearing a very decent catch.
“Wow, look at me now!” he bragged as best he could with his mouth stuffed full of hapless, wriggling fish. “No point in fighting. Your fate is sealed, and there’s no escape for you my fishy friend. Just keep still and and I’ll have you down the hatch in one gulp,” he promised, as he struggled to manoevre his unlucky prey around to a more manageable angle.
In less time than it takes to say “Fish for lunch,” poor Mr. Fishy who had just been out for a bit of Sunday morning swimming practice, found himself right inside his captor’s expanding gullet. With the strains of Pink Floyd’s ‘Goodbye Cruel World’ echoing in his head, he descended into the blackness and mercifully knew no more.
“Well that was absolutely delicious,” said a very satisfied Mr. GBH, as he strutted off to find a shady spot for his siesta.
I hope your week is happier than was Mr. Fishy’s Sunday. Perhaps you’ll be as successful as Mr. GBH. It just takes a bit of patience and perseverance to get the prize.
“So much noise here yesterday with all that chain-sawing after Irma passed through. Hmm…..I wonder where my breakfast is hiding?”
“Can’t see many big fish here. I think they all got scared away. That’s not good at all.”
“I think I’ll have to try my luck over the other side.”
I hope he found something for Sunday breakfast. Happy Sunday to you all.
Here I am on the other side of Irma. I’ve never experienced a hurricane before, but they do say that there’s a first time for everything. Irma was one really wild woman and I certainly wouldn’t want her to come visiting again. Compared to many people, we escaped very lightly, with no damage to property or ourselves. The worst part was being without power for about 18 hours, but we had prepared for that, except that we hadn’t thought to buy a generator until they were all sold out. Anyway, I’d had the foresight to freeze water in several plastic containers in the freezer, which helped to keep our frozen food from spoiling. I’d also put jugs of ice blocks in the fridge which of course kept everything nice and cold.
The morning before Irma was due, Woody wood stork assumed the role of ‘Town Crier’ sounding the alarm urging everyone to take shelter.
Poor old Igasho looked totally bemused. He had no idea who Irma was, but figured that he’d better run for cover anyway.
Sweet Anatole, stuck on the outside of our screen room was frantically calling, “Let me in! Let me in!” but I’m afraid he had to take his chances, as we weren’t going outside to rescue him.
Daisy duck decided that she’d better get her brood across the lake and into the shelter of the trees, before it got too rough for passage.
Mr. GBH, who isn’t scared of anything, carried on regardless. I’m sure he knew from long experience that when the waters are stirred, there are sure to be some nice fishy pickings.
Several of our neighbours had left for pastures north and others just hunkered down with their hurricane shutters tightly fastened. Having quite recently replaced all our windows and doors to hurricane-proof standards, we didn’t need shutters, so were able to have a grandstand view from the comfort of our lounge.
I even went to my ‘famous’ bathroom window to catch the waves skimming over the usually smooth waters. One could have done a neat bit of surfing across there.
We went to bed, wondering just how rough it was going to get. The next morning we were pleasantly surprised to find that we still had power, so showered and made porridge and coffee. The electricity went off quite soon after, the rain was still pounding. and the road looked like a river. That day seemed very long indeed, with no music, no TV news and no phone. I couldn’t play my piano as it was too dark to see my music, so I sat reading my kindle. Hubby read his stash of engineering magazines which had accumulated, as he never had a chance to look at them whilst he was renovating the house. Supper was salad, cold meat and boiled eggs with a glass or two of wine, followed by dark chocolate, which as we all know is very good for stress. We eventually went to bed hoping for a calmer tomorrow. The morning arrived, sunny and bright, but still no power, so we had cereal, yoghurt and fruit and a couple of Starbucks frappuccinos for breakfast. The only damage we could see, were a few branches which had broken off of our neighbour’s tree, falling harmlessly onto the grass.
There was a palm tree lying prone on someone’s front lawn across the road, but other than that, no damage. Our power was restored about 9:30, and we heaved a sigh of relief. Today, the lake is once more calm and still. We are counting ourselves very lucky indeed.
You’d never guess anything untoward had happened, except for the garden service cleaning up some of the palm debris.
We even had our grass cut yesterday.
Igasho returned to our backyard. He appears to be changing to his autumn colours and by Halloween, he should be the perfect shade of orange.
Going out on the roads for the first time yesterday, we were shocked to see just how much debris there was on the sidewalks. So many trees had lost branches, and hedges had been blown right over. it will take some time to clean everything up and to get the traffic lights all working again, but at least we didn’t suffer any loss, and for that we are most grateful. My heart goes out to those people who’s lives and livelihoods have been put on hold and in some cases, totally devastated.
I had an appointment with my eye surgeon yesterday and he said that everything is healing well and to see him again in two months. I still have the gas bubble in my eye, but that should disappear within the next week or two. I wish you all a very good rest of the week.
Nice to see that Mr. GBH is back, presiding over his lake subjects. Who would argue with that beak? I read that the Great Blue Heron is the Native American symbol of strength, wisdom and patience. Looking at his elegant profile here, it doesn’t surprise me in the least.
Happy Thursday to you all. I’m taking time off today to have lunch with a couple of special girlfriends.
I have so many bird photos, so the question was “Which ones to choose?” For something a bit different for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge, I decided to do a feathers and grass combination.
Here is the elegant Great Egret stalking around amongst the grass stalks, looking for tasty morsels.
The bright blue eyed White Ibis is doing much the same.
Mr. Anhinga shows us how he dries off his wet feathers whilst scratching his back.
Mr. GBH at his most sinister as he skulks along the shore-line looking for supper.
How beautiful is this Purple Gallinule as he clambers through the marsh grasses on his long legs?
Just a stray bit of grass qualifies this gorgeous Tri-colored Heron to be included in my post today.
Wishing you all a very happy week.