Nothing to argue with here…
I’ve loved John Prine’s music since Crazy Dave (another story for another time) introduced me to him back in college (over twenty years ago).
Sadly, John passed away in March 2020 shortly after this was filmed. We lost a country folk music legend, but he left behind his incredible catalog for us to enjoy. Like this song says, “How lucky can one man get?”
The Day After…
I feel the same as this well-fed squirrel. My belly may be full but don’t you dare touch my plate of leftovers!
Though the food is delicious, the most important and memorable thing about this time of year is the time spent with friends and loved ones. So much to be grateful for!
Recently came across this little gem and it immediately shot to the top of my favorite joke list. As with most of these treasures, it’s best if you read it out loud.
How can you tell the gender of an ant?
Put it in water.
If it sinks, girl ant. If it floats, …
The chilly temperature (67 degrees) coupled with the fresh breeze (according to the Beaufort Wind Scale) kept me off the beach this past Sunday. Yes, I’m a cold weather wimp which is why I live here and not somewhere that has winter.
A friend and I made the best of the situation by touring a new-to-us location, the George C. McGough Nature Park in nearby Largo. Though it’s a small park tucked in a residential area, it had plenty to explore. There was a nice boardwalk out to the Intracoastal Waterway and a large freshwater pond but the highlight was the Birds of Prey area.
All of the roughly twenty avians were rescued and are not releasable due to various health issues. Under the Federal Migratory Bird Special Purpose Possession program, carefully monitored by the US Fish and Wildlife Service, participating facilities develop educational programs highlighting their birds.
Luckily, during our visit the keepers had a few birds out on display. Though they are fascinating birds, the American Kestrel and Red-shouldered Hawk couldn’t lure us away from Sarge, the resident Bald Eagle.
When Sarge was rescued as a slightly malnourished, young adult they discovered she (yes, Sarge is a girl) had a genetic feather disorder. This deficiency disrupted her hunting ability and therefore, Sarge now resides at the park.
Standing about three feet tall and weighing just over ten pounds Sarge cut a commanding figure. It was fascinating to watch how gently she took food from her handler. Her demeanor changed when she was offered her dessert, a dead but intact quail.
With gusto Sarge used her sharp and strong, hooked beak to tear into the flesh. We took a step back when she began flinging out the inedible bits, like the intestines.
Though it’s sad that she can’t live free at least she has a safe place to call home.
Rollo and Pipi Did a Naughty
I scroll through Facebook Marketplace every so often, looking for treasures for my yard and home. I always check the Free section (after all, free is my favorite four-letter word). Came across this compelling ad last week.
Looks like the pups had a good time un-upholstering that couch! I’m sure Marian was none too pleased with this disaster but at least she had a sense of humor about it. Certainly made me laugh.
Well, it’s officially that time of year. No, not THAT time of year. I’m referring to migration time when millions of small fish move along our Gulf Coast. These massive schools of fingerlings attract a lot of attention from larger fish and pescatarian birds.
The larger fish in the area drew in our resident pod of dolphins. During my sunset walk this week I had the good fortune to watch them participate in a team roundup. I counted at least 8 dolphins working the fish into an ever smaller circle:
I also caught some of the pelican action from my favorite perch at John’s Pass:
Don’t worry, I assure you, there are plenty of fish to go around!
Star Wars Light?
I can’t help it, every time I walk by this patio light it reminds me of a Stormtroopeer helmet. Does it frighten me, this member of the Galactic (aka Evil) Empire? Nah, I know they can’t hit anything! Pew pew!
Ever have one of those days when you just don’t feel all that motivated? Same for this squirrel.
I spotted this Alligator hatchling at Sawgrass Lake Park last week. Since they usually hang out in a pod (a safety in numbers thing) I was surprised to find this one on its own. Though I didn’t see her, I knew mom had to be nearby, quite possibly under my feet (I was on a boardwalk).
Hope your middle of the week is as peaceful as this gator!