And now for something completely different: Brown Pelican close up.
The Brown Pelican is a comically elegant bird with an oversized bill, sinuous neck, and big, dark body. Squadrons glide above the surf along southern and western coasts, rising and falling in a graceful echo of the waves. They feed by plunge-diving from high up, using the force of impact to stun small fish before scooping them up. They are fairly common today—an excellent example of a species’ recovery from pesticide pollution that once placed them at the brink of extinction.
I finished the last of my February Florida bird albums and posted to Flickr yesterday: Robbie’s Islamorada.
At Robbie’s in Islamorada, you can feed the tarpon (and have some of the fish you bought to feed the fish stolen by sassy pelicans) or you can just take pictures of the whole thing instead.
Lunch right there at the Hungry Tarpon Restaurant was very good. I sat at the bar, with views over the dock and water, and had the ahi tuna tacos (as recommended by the bartender) and a salted-rim margarita. Every February should include a couple of hours like that.
Also from the same few days: Anhinga Trail and Florida Keys Wild Bird Rehabilitation Center.
by Dixon Lanier Merritt
A wonderful bird is the pelican,
His bill will hold more than his belican.
He can take in his beak
Food enough for a week.
But I’m damned if I see how the helican.
Evening is dove time.
They come and sit in the feeder, maybe nibbling a few seeds.
They perch on the rim of the heated bird bath, sip a few sips, and sometimes sit right in the water like they are in a dove hot tub.
They can be very still for a long time. Sometimes they face the sunset through the trees and seem to be watching and enjoying the last light.
A peaceful bird is a peaceful sight, a visual lullaby before the night.
The mourning dove (Zenaida macroura) is a member of the dove family (Columbidae). The bird is also called the turtle dove or the American mourning dove or rain dove, and formerly was known as the Carolina pigeon or Carolina turtledove.
The Dove announces the approach of spring. Nay, she does more:–she forces us to forget the chilling blasts of winter, by the soft and melancholy sound of her cooing. Her heart is already so warmed and so swelled by the ardour of her passion, that it feels as ready to expand as the buds on the trees are, under the genial influence of returning heat. – John James Audubon