“Rocket Man” is in the news lately. That is when they are not talking about the disgrace of the NFLs recent actions. Let me tell you about another “Rocket Man”. His real name is Funky, partner of Spunky the Belted Kingfishers of the Broward.

As I sit in my chair on the dock I hear a familiar “Chitta Chitta Chitta” call. Seconds later Funky goes rocketing by followed closely by his mate Spunky. They fly overhead and circle the lagoon. When they spot me below they decide not to hang around for long and rocket by again back to the opposite bank of the Broward. Photographers all over Florida are reporting Belted Kingfisher sightings this time of year. However, everyone comments how illusive they are. Funky and Spunky are no exception. As soon as they see me come out the back-porch door with my camera they are off like a rocket. I have a new perch pole set up nearby hoping I will catch them sitting and fishing from it. They have used it a few time already, but I have been hesitant to sit there with my camera. When they get used to the new fishing spot then it will be time to try and capture more photos. In the interim, these few images are all I have to share for now. George, the familiar Yellow-crowned Night Heron has not been seen for a while. Hope they return next spring.

The other “Rocket Man” may bring us to the brink of nuclear war some say. Perhaps sooner than we would like. Our only hope is the appearance of One like a flash of lighting from the east. When the call “Come up hither” sounds I am going heaven-bound faster than the Rocket Man could ever think about. Blessings. Harry

Reflections on Broward is now "Mountain Musings"

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