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Another muscovy duck family from my walk around Crescent Lake this summer.
They were walking down the street and got to a corner that had all of these yellow petals on the ground from the tree above. The babies just plopped down on the petals and hung out there for a while.
My Mom loved dogwood flowers. We had several in our yard when I was growing up.
Bright yellow everywhere.
Getting a bite. My sister had just fed her fish in the koi pond in her backyard.
Beautiful pine trees along the edge of the yard.
My sister and her husband have spent a lot of time working in their back yard. We were there in late March and the spring blooms were just starting to come out. Their yard looks like a botanical gardens, with flowers, bushes, benches, bird feeders, bird houses and two fish ponds. The thing I noticed the most was the dogwood trees. We don’t have them here in central Florida and I hadn’t seen any during my quick trip to Birmingham. She had several in her yard and it made me think of my Mom.
You do not want to have that beak coming at you!
Green herons doing the “stretch”.
Looking for snacks.
The Wilson’s snipe was trying to sleep.
The glossy ibis was glowing in the sun.
Cute little palm warblers showing off.
A pileated woodpecker high up in the tree.
An anhinga drying off in the sun after a swim.
Pretty in yellow.
These were all taken in late November when the yellow flowers were still in bloom at Circle B Bar Reserve.
Not a pretty morning but still a pretty place. The yellow flowers were just starting to come out.
Tricolored heron in the muck.
Green heron trying to blend in.
Pretty little pied (grebe).
House wren hiding in the bushes.
“Run coot run!”
It’s always fun watching them skim across the water.
Spoonies in the rain.
Only a few were mixed in with egrets and ibis.
Another view from the trail. The bushes were losing their leaves as the yellow flowers were blooming so the contrast was weird.
Even though it was drizzling on and off all morning, I still had a good walk. At least it wasn’t hot. Whether it’s sunny or cloudy, hot or cold, animals everywhere or very few around, Circle B Bar Reserve is still a perfect place.
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“I want to fly like an eagle, to the sea.”
“Fly like an eagle, let my spirit carry me” (by Steve Miller band).
“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas.” The only way that will happen is if these guys poop on me as they fly over my head.
“Mellow Yellow.”
“Pretty in pink.”
“When you wish upon a star.”
“Just me … and my shadow.”
I’m thinking this is a red tailed hawk instead of a red shoulder hawk. The red shoulder hawk would have stripes on his tail. Any ideas?
My first real bobcat sighting and I blew it. I was taking pictures of something else, I can’t even remember what it was now, when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. My camera settings were all wrong so all I got is this blurry shot.
By the time I fixed my settings, this was all I got. My first bobcat butt shot!
It was all over in seconds. He headed down into the ditch and I lost sight of him. I looked for him for at least a half hour softly saying “Here kitty.” but no sign of him again.
Eagles and a bobcat in one day. It was a good morning even though my bobcat pictures turned out blurry. The weather was perfect and not many people out on the trail at Circle B Bar Reserve in early November. I’m going to keep going back this winter and looking for that bobcat again.
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