This juvenile Snowy Egret tightens his grip on the submerged rock as the wake from speeding boaters begins rolling in. The boats, some with skiers in tow, and the jet skiers speed through this narrow channel sending wake crashing ashore. The birds seem to take it in stride, though.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen jellyfish in the waters behind our house, but there was a platoon of jellyfish that floated by this morning. Most of them are tiny, about the size of a 50 cent piece. The one pictured was about three inches across. I also had some other visitors that stopped momentarily–five purple martins rested briefly on the lighthouse birdhouse before vanishing, and this little Spotted Sandpiper spent a few minutes on one of the pilings.
The Roseate Spoonbill flock and the Ibis were back on the shoreline opposite the peninsula again tonight. And as I walked along Clear Creek’s banks to get to the peninsula, I saw the same birds in predictably the same areas as last night, and the night before, and the night before that. I thought, “Interesting what creatures of habits these birds are.” But then I had to laugh because the birds could say the exact same thing about me. I arrive on the peninsula at about the same time each night, carrying the same gear, walking the same path. We have so much more in common with these animals than we think. If there is anything this year-long project has taught me, it is that. Though we have lost sight of our connection, we share a very close kinship to all wildlife. And yes, we are all creatures of habits.
Green Thought:I believe in God, only I spell it Nature. ~Frank Lloyd Wright, quoted, 14 August 1966