My first “in the wild” crested caracara. This was taken from the car. On our way back from West Palm beach I told my hubby we have to look out for a vulture looking bird with a big orange beak. We saw him early into our drive. He was sitting in a tree just off the road. Hubby pulled off on the grass and I was able to snap this quickly before he took off. They are only found in Arizona, Texas and Florida and usually in open fields. This bird has alluded me for years. I’ve never heard of one being seen in the Tampa bay area. They are found in central Florida but every time we head to the other side of the state I can’t seem to find them.
Later in our drive, about half way across the state, Hubby spotted this one on the road. He turned around and pulled off the side of the road. I took the above from the car since I was afraid he would take off as well. He did not seem to care, although we were pretty far back.
This one is a juvenile with the pink beak and not quite dark feathers on his body. He was chowing down on a raccoon. I got out of the car and walked slowly towards him but still stayed far away.
Nice yummy piece of raccoon meat in his mouth. He kept an eye on me as he was eating.
What was he thinking as he stared at his meal?
When cars went by he didn’t move but when a big truck came by he would fly over to the grass and come back a few seconds later.
At one point he took off with a bite still in his beak.
Then he flew over to the fence post.
He stayed on the fence post for a while.
Up close, he’s prettier than black or turkey vultures. I mean really, first with the pink beak and then it turns orange. How cool is that? I guess if I saw them everyday I would say (and to quote my Dad) “Just another buzzard.” We were only there for a few minutes, then he flew off across the cow pasture. We saw two other caracaras that day but there wasn’t anywhere to stop off on the side of the road so we kept going. The above were all taken into the sun as well so not ideal. I’m keep looking for them though.
Standing on the edge of the lake watching an osprey go by, I saw a belted kingfisher out of the corner of my eye and was able to catch him.
Several times he whizzed by. Male kingfishers have an all white stomach. Female ones have a rust color stripe across their stomach.
He flew far out in the middle of the lake and was hovering.
He spots something.
Down he goes in a deep dive. He hit the water but did not come up with a fish.
He flew around and came back, hovering again.
He hovered for a few minutes then took off over the trees. That was the last I saw of him that morning. Kingfishers are “snow” birds down here. They only stay for the winter and then head back north to have their babies in the summer. I started seeing them in early October. Every winter we have one that visits our dock a couple of times. I haven’t seen her yet but it’s still early. They have a very distinctive voice but are very skittish.
“Do these wings make my butt look big?” (says the baby eagle if it’s a she).
“Man, the chicks are gonna dig these.” (says the eagle if it’s a guy.)
“I have lift off.”
“Quiet down, I’m trying to sleep.”
Above is a short video of the baby eagle flapping his wings. I stopped by the nest on a cold windy day in mid-February. Both babies looked good. By now they are around 2 months old? I’m not sure when they hatched. Only when I could see them peeking over the nest so they could be close to 3 months old. By now they are flying far away.
I turn the corner to head down Marsh Rabbit Run trail and see the above standing in the middle of the trail. He didn’t seem spooked by me.
In fact, he walked right by me. That’s my shadow. I’ve never seen them this close before. Then I realized there were 3 others close together in the ditch below the trail. They all came up on the trail and I realized it was a family. Two parents and two almost grown babies. This was one of the late summer families.
They all seemed very relaxed as I sat down on the trail and watched them.
One of the parents brought up a snail from the ditch.
The smaller one ran under mom and waited while she dug out the meat.
Then the parent ate one herself. Doesn’t that look yummy?
The other juvenile got fed.
What a way to start the walk down the trail. I sat there for about 20 minutes watching them bring up snail after snail. This has to be the most tame family in the park. A crowd of photographers started to gather behind me and we were all amazed that they didn’t seem bothered by us. After a while the family went back down into the ditches and headed out into the marsh. I headed down the trail to see what I could find but nothing else could match that.
I get to the City Pier and see my first razorbill as it pops up from under the pier.
He was chasing after the little minnows.
Down again after that last bite.
Giving me the eye.
All morning they kept feeding around the pier.
After an hour, they went cruising down the beach. We (a big group of photogs) followed them.
Safety in numbers?
The first post of a razorbill sighting in Florida was around 12/7. By 12/14, razorbills had been seen at the piers at Anna Maria Island, which is about an hour south of me. Soon the Florida bird forums were flooded with sightings of them all over Florida including the gulf coast. With it being right before Christmas and me working in retail, I could not get down there before leaving for Atlanta to spend the holidays with the in-laws. We drove back from Atlanta late Wednesday night and I immediately packed up to drive down early the next morning to find them. Hubby had to go to work and was like “Why don’t you sleep in?”. I said “No way, I gotta go find those razorbills.” Luckily, they were still hanging around and may still be there until spring.
This is a rare bird in Florida. Only 14 sightings on the east coast in the history of recording bird sights. No one knows the real reason they came this far. They usually spend their summers no more south than North Carolina. Some wonder if hurricane Sandy messed up their feeding grounds and they headed farther south for food. But to be on the west coast, they had to swim down around the keys and back up the gulf. People are worried about how they will make it back home. Do they know to go back south the way they came or are they going to try to go north up to the panhandle and get stuck there in the winter? They usually don’t migrate over land so it’s not known if they will fly across.
The sightings of this bird rare to Florida has even made the local news Razor bill article.
I spent about 3 hours watching a small group of razorbills swim around the two piers there along with a large group of photographers and bird watchers. As I was leaving, I heard a young girl yell “Look at the penguins. I didn’t think there were penguins in Florida.”
These were taken a few weeks ago at Circle B Bar Reserve in Lakeland. The black necked stilts usually stay far away from the trails. In the past, I have only seen them way out across the marsh. For some reason on this morning, one of them was feeding very close to the trail. Right in front of the main intersection. He stayed busy not paying attention to the long line of photographers taking pictures of him. He kept getting closer and closer. I was glad it was a nice clear morning and not a ripple on the water.
It was going to be a perfect night. Except for mid-April, it was extremely windy and a bit chilly.
This great egret stole this fish from a fisherman. These guys don’t keep an eye on their bait buckets. Makes for an easy meal.
Typical Florida sunset.
Not a cloud in sight.
Time to go home.
After a crazy night of looking for spring migration birds in the woods, we quickly headed over to the fishing pier right before the sun went down. Perfect way to end the night. Although, most people would think it was perfect if we were standing on the pier with a pina colada in our hand instead of our camera.
On my after work walk around Kapok Park, I saw an adult limpkin down at the end of the creek. At first I thought “I don’t feel like walking down there to get another picture of a limpkin.” It was just starting to get dark and time was running out quick. But, I noticed he was eating. So I headed down there and guess what I saw?
A baby limpkin hiding in the grass.
Not just one but four babies. All hiding in the grass. They looked to be just a couple of days old.
One of the parents stayed close to them and kept pulling the tall grass around them. I sat down for a few minutes and watched her. She seemed to be making a makeshift nest for the night. Finally, she plopped down on top of them and looked like she was going to stay there for the night.
I had heard there were cedar waxwings flying around Fort Desoto. I have only seen them once in Atlanta. It was Christmas eve of 2010. I went for a walk in my in-laws neighborhood and it was lightly snowing. I saw them and ran back to the house to get my camera. I had not seen any since. I was thinking that it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack to find them at Fort Desoto so I didn’t get my hopes up. I wasn’t there five minutes and saw this big flock land in a tree right in front of me. I couldn’t believe it was them. They stayed for a few minutes, then all took off flying away. When I headed over to the mulberry bush woods, there they were. Sitting on top of the big mulberry bushes at the front of the trail. They really are cool looking birds. I saw them several times that day and again during the height of the spring migration week.
Just a few crazy baby tricolored herons from my recent trip to Gatorland in Orlando. The mangrove bushes were full of nests. I think these birds get the prize for being the funniest looking babies. Most of the great egret babies were getting big and the tricolored heron babies were just being born. I think all of these are only a few days old. They were constantly screaming to be fed. Next are the blue herons and cattle egrets. They start a little later in the season. They were just building nests and sitting on eggs. Hopefully, those will be born in time for my trip in May.