This is why I love mornings on the peninsula. I came upon this group of Snowy Egrets–like a coffee klatch of sorts, the group seems to have gathered to discuss the latest news, gossips and fashion. Just friends enjoying each other’s company.
The juvenile yellow-crowned was still hanging out beneath the palm tree, and this juvenile Snowy Egret was also nearby.
Now I have a name to go with one of the plants that is prolific on the peninsula–glasswort. Per the Encyclopedia Britannica, “It’s an annual plant native to salt marshes around the world. The jointed, bright-green stems turn red or purple in the fall. Glasswort ashes contain large amounts of potash, and the plants were formerly used in glassmaking.” Who knew?
I had another brief encounter with the deer this morning–always the makings of a good day. The deer was on the side of the path near the water. I didn’t realize it, of course, and was distracted taking photos of wildflowers, or some such thing. I heard a big commotion ahead of me, only to look up and see the deer dashing across the path and into the brush. It all happened too fast to catch it on the camera–though I did try. I’m fairly certain the young one was there, too, for there was a small rustling in the brush, as well. Let’s just say it was either a big rabbit, or a small deer. Believe what you will.
Green Thought: “Who would deduce the dragonfly from the larva, the iris from the bud, the lawyer from the infant? …We are all shape-shifters and magical reinventors. Life is really a plural noun, a caravan of selves.” ― Diane Ackerman
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