Just arrived for his winter vacation in the sun, is Mr. Wood Stork. He was stalking around on the other side of the lake, but I’m hoping he’ll venture over to my backyard so I can get a good closeup. Wood Storks stand about 3 feet tall and have a wingspan of about 5 feet, so he’s slightly smaller than the Great Blue Heron and the Great Egret.
The Wood Stork is the only stork found in North America, so American babies must be brought by these, and not the White Stork as is tradition. I couldn’t resist sharing this cute stork poem with you.
You know the stork brings babies, But did you also know He comes and gets the older folks When it’s their time to go?
Zooms right down and scoops them up, Then flaps back out the door And flies them to the factory where They all were made before.
And there their skin is tightened up, Their muscles all are toned, Their wrinkles all are ironed out, They’re given brand-new bones.
Ol’ bent backs are straightened up, New teeth are added too, Tired hearts are all repaired And made to work like new.
Their memories are all removed And they’re shrunk down, and then The stork flies them back down to earth As newborn babes again. ~
This morning, there was a little rondavel village of mushrooms out on the grass by our lake. The Anhinga drying its wings in the morning sunshine, seemed not to have noticed this new addition to the landscape.
This looked to me like the royal palace, much bigger and grander than the other dwellings.
The rest are smaller, and the smallest ones are quite minute, just humble little cottages.
This afternoon we went for a walk around the Green Cay Wetlands, and having mushrooms on the brain, I looked across into the reeds, and thought I spotted a couple more.
Until one of the white mounds lifted its head, to reveal a Wood Stork, foraging for food.
Of course, we won’t be picking and eating the mushrooms, as I have no idea if they are poisonous or not. It is quite magic though, how they just pop up overnight.