Cattle Egret, Bulbucus ibis

Monday, February 18, 2008

Almost Like Summer

Yesterday was almost like summer, blue skies, even some butterflies. I plonked myself down under my favorite tree, and just sat. Not much was moving, for a while, but then, over in the pond, I could see a dark spot on a floating mat of dollarweed, so I moved. Little Blue Heron was hunting crawdads again. I never can get as close as I'd like, had to dig out the extra lens, it works ,but closer would work better.
I got home just in time for the afternoon air show, when the Cardinals show up for dinner. they are as fat and sassy as ever.


4 comments:

Floridacracker said...

Well, hold on 'cause tomorrow is going to feel like winter again ... after this line of storms moves through.

Really nice shots Tsiya.

tsiya said...

Yeah, I know, just got to grab what you can, when it's there!
Thanks for visiting.

paradise said...

Beautiful shots!

I just wanted to comment on your *storm* monologue tsiya.
(Feel free to move it under what ever subject you choose)

Years ago, I lived on Sanibel, as a local. It was the most incredible diverse place I had ever encountered.
There the old salts and the up and coming sun worshippers partied Together; gaining knowledge from each other, enjoying and appreciating the natural wonders around them.
There were many that would never leave their shanty's for any storm.
These were their homes, and they defended them, rode the ferocity of nature out in them.

I spent many nights at the local hang outs in Captiva, enraptured by the true story tellers.

We youngsters learned how to help our neighbors, but more importantly we learned to help ourselves. We learned although you could expect help from your neighbors, you best be doing something to prove your worthiness in a time of crisis.

To ask where that self preservation and generosity has gone would be futile, but in all sincerity it would behoove many of our spoiled younger generation to be stranded somewhere with only their ingenuity to save them.

tsiya said...

My first European Ancestor settled in a Virginia hollow in 1750, raised 14 kids under that mountain, with no government meddling. My American ancestors were already here, they didn't want any meddling either. I suppose it is fine for those who want it, but the rest of us should be allowed to opt out. I don't even like to wear a necktie, let alone a collar and a leash.

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