The September mornings came and went so fast. Seems like it was only June a few days ago. The tides were right for a morning journey on the Kayak this past week so I have been paddling in the morning and sitting on the dock watching the sunsets in the evenings. Been an interesting week. Late one night near sunset I saw the mating pair of Eagles fly over. I think a feather was missing in the same place on the left wing that I saw missing last year on one of the Eagles. Probably it is the same bird. I have been watching for them. And I get the feeling something has been watching me too.
Last week I did get back to the Secret Broward Bird Hangout to see the Spoonbills again. And like before, after a while they get nervous and take off across the river to the old dead tree so again I follow them. I paddle over to the tree and look up. Instead of leaving, they just look down and watch me. One turns its head in response to my whisper. I paddle closer to the tree. It follows me out to the edge of the limb and stares down at me. For a minute there I thought it was going to turn around and drop a “present” but it didn’t. Fortunately for me it is just curious. They just sit there and watch me while I push the doohickey.
I also made a return visit to the pelican dock hangout. Larry, Curly, and Moe were there with three more friends (Lizabeth, Shirley and Flo?). I think Larry left first again too. Sad to report a few days latter Tommy the crab trapper said he saw one of the White Pelicans “floating” and now only five remain. The night herons have been active also. Well sort of. One evening I saw six adult Black Crowned Night Herons resting on the neighbors dock. They didn’t get “active” until I showed up with the camera. The Belted Kingfishers (Spunky and Funky) have also returned to the area and are making themselves known by their familiar shrill squawk.
My birdwatching amigo to the north reports tens of thousands of blackbirds heading south for the winter. The local Audubon Society is meeting up each weekend now to catch the southern migrations. Everyone is getting set to watch the birds. I have a theory. I think the birds are keeping tabs on us! Just can’t shake that felling someone is looking over my shoulder each day. Maybe it is just one of those remote controlled “birds” again. Let me ask you this, just where do you think we got the expression, “A little bird told me”? Be blessed. Harry