Whenever I see birds in flight, it always make me wish that I could fly too. What fun it would be, and imagine how I’d surprise my friends if I could do this trick. I’d just be sitting there quietly, listening whilst they chatted to me,
and then suddenly, ‘Zowie’!! I’d take off into the blue, leaving them open-mouthed with astonishment.
….I can do better. I can do anything better than you. No you CAN’T. Yes I CAN! No you CAN’T. Yes I CAN!”
When I saw these two photos, the words of this song from ‘Annie Get Your Gun’, sprang straight to mind. When we were young girls, my sister and I used to really enjoy performing it, and even won a holiday talent competition at the seaside in England.
After breakfast, Mr. Anhinga and Mr. Peli are having a wing-spreading competition. A close contest, but I think you have to agree that Mr. Peli wins the prize.
Not to be left out of the proceedings, Iggy also positions himself to also show off his handsome right profile. Nice try Iggy, but I think it’s definitely a no contest. Mr. Peli’s regal profile is extremely hard to beat.
I hope I’ve given you a smile on your Monday morning and wish you all a very happy week.
Yesterday, the always alone Woody wood stork, seemed to have finally found a friend. “Hey beautiful, how about a date this evening?”
Ms. Wilma wood stork, although quite flattered by his attentions, decided that he wasn’t quite handsome enough for her, besides which, her mother had warned her not to talk to strangers. She replied as she stalked off, “Thanks but no thanks, Woody. You go your way and I’ll go mine.”
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.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen an alligator in our lake, but on Friday, a juvenile ‘gator, probably just four feet long, came gliding in to shore. His approach did not go unnoticed however, as Mr. GBH, Lenny Limpkin and a representative of the Iggy family had gotten word of his imminent arrival, and were right there waiting for him.
Mr. GBH the self-appointed Chairman of the Residents’ Committee, using his sternest tone of voice, told young Al in no uncertain terms that his presence was not welcome on their peaceful grassy bank. “I’m quite happy to share the fish with you, as long as you’re not too greedy, but you are definitely not allowed to trespass on our territory. I realise that there are many tasty pickings here on land, such as small birds, iguanas, rabbits, squirrels, as well the occasional pet dog or cat, but such creatures are absolutely out of bounds, and I just want you to know that we are watching you. That’s all. You may go now. ” Well, that told him in no uncertain terms and he hasn’t been seen since.
Thanks to hubby who always has one eye out of the window for any interesting activity. He took the photos for me. My eye is healing well after the op, but I still can’t see distance at all. I guess I’ll just have to be patient, but it’s not easy. I truly appreciate all your good wishes on my last post.