It’s even more fun once I get home and begin downloading the day’s photos. Sometimes there are surprises waiting for me. Like the brown anole who was front and center while I took the above photo of the two snowy egrets. I had no idea he was in the picture, but I’m glad he joined in the fun.
The Merlin is very much present on the peninsula. I found this one on the north end, and yet another in the middle, as usual. I can’t decide if the second falcon really is a falcon, or if it is a hawk. It likes to perch on the tall tree trunk. I can’t get a clear photo because it is too far away,and usually the sun is low on the horizon. It looks bigger, but may just be the angle.
The fawn played a game of tease today. I caught a quick glimpse of its white tail and a tiny flash of brown amid a lot of rustling in the bushes. They are very good at hiding in the vegetation, and there is no finding them there. Nature provided the perfect cover.
A few things I’ve begun to notice–hummingbirds and pelicans. I’ve seen three tiny hummingbirds in as many days. So their migration has begun. They will only be here for a month or so before they head farther south. It also dawned on me today that I am seeing more pelicans, because there are more pelicans. I know some live here year round, but I believe we’re also enjoying an influx of new-to-the area birds. Will investigate further.
In the meantime, I captured the image of this delicate-looking dragonfly, who was kind enough to pose for me. And back home, it was a yellow-crowned night heron that took up a post on the old bird house. Among the good memories associated with that old, dilapidated birdhouse is how much joy it brought my dad, who lived with us the last two and a half years of his life. The birdhouse was visible right outside my dad’s window, and he always got a big kick when visitors like this grizzly, old yellow-crowned showed up. So, I love the yellow-crowned night heron and I cherish the memories of my dad.
Green Thought: “When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. -John Muir, naturalist, explorer, and writer (1838-1914)” ― John Muir