Pink Pterodactyl (Open Thread)

When I moved from the beach to the swamp, I was afraid I wouldn’t regularly spot one of my favorite Florida birds, the roseate spoonbill, but they followed me here:


Here it is hanging out with a snowy egret friend:

I’m not sure if the light color saturation is due to its age or diet or what. I’ve seen some birds that are as pink as a yard flamingo. Maybe it’s trying to blend in with the egrets?

Anyhoo, open thread!

Rainy Sunday Open Thread

Well, it’s raining here, anyway. And muggy! Breathing the air is like huffing steamed cotton balls. I’m staying inside as much as possible, like any sensible person would in such a climate.

Here’s a picture of an osprey saying, “Skreeeee! Skreeeeee, I tell you!”

Isn’t it gorgeous? It was perched in a bald cypress tree across the river, where it often hangs out and fishes. But that day (a few days ago), it was focused on communication rather than food.

For those who saw my panicky comment yesterday morning about a cake I’d ordered for a family birthday party, I’m pleased to report that it was delivered as promised and was fabulous! Whew! For a while there, I thought I’d have to bake a giant cake for 40 people.

Hope you’re having a peaceful Sunday, rainy or otherwise. Open thread!

Ducks in a Row (Open Thread)

Since this is a full-service blog, TaMara provides video of domestic duck baths, and I’m in charge of wild duck bath videos. (Sorry about the Twitter format, but that’s the easiest upload these days — long story!)

That’s their pal the juvenile white ibis hanging out in the background. It’s weird how some bird species get along just fine, even when they’re competing for the same food, whereas others get all huffy.

There’s a great blue heron who hangs out here a lot (he of the frog stuck on his face, I’m almost certain), and he doesn’t mind ibises or little blue herons or limpkins hanging about, but if a great egret stops to visit, he’ll charge it and keep charging until it flies away. Even if he’s not in sight and an egret lands (a great egret, not a snowy — those are allowed!), he’ll fly back to defend the turf!

Well, today, three great egrets landed on the strip usually occupied by the blue, who was away at the time. Honest to Christ, I think the great egret who kept getting chased off went home and told her older sisters to come help her stand up to the blue bully! I never did see the blue while the three greats were fishing. When they flew off, the blue came back.

In other animal news, I took Badger to the vet for his vaccination updates on Wednesday morning. That afternoon, he was really listless, so much so that I got worried and called the vet. When the vet tech answered the phone, I guess I must’ve said, “I took my Badger in for shots this morning, and he’s really listless this afternoon — is that normal?” Because she paused a long time and said, “You brought your…badger…to this office?”

I had to explain I meant my DOG, whose name is Badger, not an actual mustelid. She assured me he’d be fine, and he is. Good lord, I felt like a fucking idiot. Anyhoo, open thread!

UPDATE: A friend on the Twitter pointed out that there IS a gator in the video — sneaking up on the ducks to the left of the screen! Just a little ‘un, and no ducks were harmed, but sorry, Mnem!

Other Ducks of Note (Open Thread)

Some black-bellied whistling ducks stopped by the Swamp Compound this evening. Check out this handsome fellow:

I mean, look at him!

A snowy egret also stopped by:

No matter how awful the humans get, the birds in Florida make it all bearable. So far!

Open thread!

“I don’t care if you’re sick of snails, Clarissa!”

“You’ll eat it, and you’ll LIKE it!”

That’s what I imagined Mama Limpkin was saying to the baby as they trudged through the swamp in the rain this morning. Could be I read the interaction all wrong, though.

Speaking of picky eaters, my husband and I are both decent cooks who like to cycle new items through the home menu to keep things interesting. Our kiddo HATED that growing up. There were maybe five things she liked, and if we weren’t having one of those things, she’d sigh and roll her eyes and pick through her plate like it was a platter of wombat entrails and generally act put-upon.

Well, ever since she fled the nest, she’s decided she likes our cooking just fine. She joins us for meals frequently and texts us for recipes all the time. I am inordinately pleased by this, for some reason.

Open thread!