Feathers On Friday: Mr GBH Does A Photobomb

So, the wood stork community and a few of their Anhinga friends were just hanging out together having a casual get together and just as I’d got them nicely posed for their photo shoot………


…. all of a sudden, a very streamlined Mr GBH decided to flash past like a streak of lightning. What a showoff!


Happy Friday and a pleasant weekend to you all.

My Sunday Photo: A new holiday maker

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. ~

Shel Silverstein


Happy Sunday!!


Mushrooms and Birds

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.