Do you remember walking in your Dad or Mom’s footsteps when you were little? You little legs just didn’t reach that far at first and you had to “Scoot your boot” to keep up. At other times, they would probably take your hand and walk slowly with you. Made you feel safe, right?
While on a recent workshop I got to observe some recently hatched Sandhill Crane colts (baby Sandhill Cranes are called “Colts”). We were walking along a narrow path between one canal and a swamp when we encountered two Adult Sandhill Cranes with two Colts walking along with us. Lots of other park visitors had already passed them and the parents had stopped and lifted their heads and whatever bird sound they made, it was clear they were scolding the humans for coming too close to their young ones. The cranes have long legs and big feet. The colts were not even as big as one of their parent’s feet and were scurrying to keep up as fast as they could. The parents then slowed down and hunted for insects to feed the colts. The colts were happy to taste the tidbits offered. The colts would look up at us humans occasionally and then run and catch up with their parents. My last look at them was walking down that path with the sun shining through the trees. Sadly, I heard that one of the colts was taken by a bobcat the next day. The parents I am sure are wishing they still had their little colt and would love to hear it say, Daddy don’t you walk so fast.
Sorry if I made you cry. Losing loved ones is inevitable for all of us. I am so glad I know we will meet again someday. Aren’t you?
While on one of our overnights respites to Orlando, the Editor and I were walking around one of the Disney attractions. An artist was busy cutting out profiles/black silhouettes of tourists for framing. I had on my signature Greek fishing hat. My profile is now etched for eternity in our bedroom. I am sure someday it will end up in a landfill but for now it remains, the black outlined image of a man, a husband, a mustached sailor, and yet a mystery to even myself at times.
I have been collecting profile shots of my feathered friends too. Now all I need is a glance at their profiles and I recognize them immediately. I am amazed at the intricate details that can be seen in the types and colors of feathers on the various species. Owl feathers have wispy tips that silence the sound of this bird of prey in flight and focus even the slightest noise to their sensitive ears. Some birds like the adult Wood Storks and Roseate Spoonbills have lost most of their head feathers due to the bacteria in the muddy creeks which migrate up the beaks and devour the feathers. The cardinals display intricate design in the feathers. Raptor profiles are very impressive looking. The sharp beaks and piercing eyes captivate the viewer.
I hope you enjoy these profiles. I looked out the window yesterday and saw one that made my heart leap for joy. A sure sign of spring arrived. There was that familiar shape, the white strip under the eyes and Yellow plume on the crown of the head. Yes, “George”, the Yellow-crowned Night and his family have returned to the Broward. It was the same week last year that he arrived, just like clockwork. Blessings. Harry
Escargot anyone? I recently returned from several sojourns to South Florida to photograph a very illusive and not often seen hawk that loves to dine primarily on snails. This hawk feeds almost exclusively on apple snails and has a beak especially adapted for extracting the meat of the snail. Unfortunately, the number of the American Apple Snails is rapidly diminishing due to its low tolerance for pollution. Fortunately for the Snail Kite, some other exotic apple snail species have begun to replace the American variety.
Per the Cornell Laboratory of Ornithology, the Snail Kite is widespread and common in Latin America (several million), but in the US, which has about 1% or less of the population, it is listed as endangered both Federally and in Florida, largely due to its small population and its extreme habitat specialization. Found only in Southern Florida this striking bird can be spotted in marshland habitats supporting populations of apple snails. The male is dark grey-to-brown with a white stripe across the back of the tail while females are more mottled brown and white. The male sports a very distinctive orange colored area on the base of the beak and feet. The Snail Kite soars over the lily pads and marshes looking for its favorite food. When it spots its prey it quickly dives down and grabs it with its claws, carrying it back to a perch. Here it extracts the meat of the snail with a long curved hooked beak and devours the escargot in a big gulp. Then it lifts off in search of another and another.
Although I did not capture my dream shot of this bird I did indeed get to observe them closely with some friends and got some wonderful captures of its unique feeding style and favorite meal. I will think of them the next time I dine on fine escargot in southern France. Blessings. Harry
When God created the birds of the air (and all living things) he gave a command…”Be fruitful and multiply”. Let me tell you that is one of the few commandments we seem to have listened to. But for some of creation it is not an easy thing anymore. While we “civilized” populations built homes for our families and expanded across the country, the trees and breeding habitats of some of the animals and birds have shrunk accordingly. One of the few places in Florida where one can see breeding marsh birds up close and personal is the Venice Area Audubon Rookery. It is located in Sarasota county in the city of Venice Florida.
Day 1 of my recent three-day bird photography workshop across central Florida brought us to the Venice Rookery. Although they call it a lake, I would call it more of a large pond with a small clump of trees and brush on a small island. This is an ideal habitat for birds to nest as land predators have no easy access to the nest and eggs. This small island is host to breeding Great Blue Herons, Great Egrets, Snowy Egrets, Green Herons, Black-crowned Night Herons, Tricolored Herons, Anhinga, Cormorants and several other species. That is a good thing. The bad thing, is that it seems they are all trying to breed and build nests at the same time in a very small area. Territorial squabbles are marked by mere inches. Every square foot of this island seems covered with one bird or another. Photographers have difficulty deciding which bird to follow.
Unfortunately, the sun and clouds did not cooperate the morning we were there and I struggled to capture the nest building activity in the less than optimum lighting conditions. Hope you enjoy the attempt to share this little “paradise” with you. Blessings. Harry