When you pass through the waters..

     We have weathered the storm. Thank all of you who prayed for us and for all those affected by Hurricane Irma. It was a storm of devastation unlike any in recent history some say. We have been in this home nearly 20 years, our neighbor has been here over twice that long and have never seen the waters so high. Still, we are fortunate and blessed. Many in Florida, the Virgin Islands, and elsewhere were not so lucky. Please continue to pray for their recovery, it may be a long time a coming.

    Here on the Broward River there was indeed damage. We have neighbors a few houses down with a huge tree through the roof, one across the street narrowly missed their home. Another neighbor nearly lost her leg (and is fighting for her life) from a tree impaling her to her bed. Sadly, the tree which has been home to our local Black-crowned Night Herons (and yes, George’s home too), has fallen into the Broward. Happily, I can report they are still in the area. George usually leaves about this time of year so I don’t expect to see them much longer. I pray this avian family returns next spring to the area.

     We invited some friends (USNA classmate) and some of their family to take refuge here during the hurricane as they were under mandatory evacuation. My generator was ready and we had power all through the storm until local power was restored (within a day of Irma passing). We watched with trepidation as water levels all over Jacksonville began to rise and overflow the banks of the local rivers and streams. The Broward overflowed its bounds and flooded the Editor’s recently renovated She Shed and came up to the back of the house.  Fortunately, we had another four feet to go before it could breech our home. At one point, I am sure our guests were wondering if they made the right decision to come here. Through it all, we were fine and so was their homes when they returned.

     In the book of Isaiah (43:2) we find this promise, “When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.”  We all have to pass through troubled waters at times. When the waters rise it can be frightening.  But we are told "He will be with you". And as for those troubled waters.. they “will not sweep over you”. We found that promise to be true. Amen. Blessings. Harry

One of our neighbors took some serious damage from this tree...

The lady who lives here is fighting for her life, the tree impaled her leg nearly killing her before she was able to be rescued..she had five Dachsunds which needed care, our friend is taking care of three of them..keep her in prayer

The Broward breeched its banks..the She Shed on the left began to flood..(note the bird in the sky too)

Our house guests began to wonder if they came to the right place to avoid the storm..view of my back "yard" during Irma.

George, the Yellow-crowned Night Heron sits on the dock and stares ..

He scratches his head in disbelief...

He can't figure out why his home is now upside down in the river..time to rebuild..(next year?)

After the storm..."You will pass through the waters...and they will not sweep over you"....what a promise..

It's a family affair..

     As I write this blog, one of the most powerful hurricanes in history (Irma) is churning up central Florida. These past few weeks as most of us sat in our comfortable homes and observed the devastation and flooding in Texas and Louisiana from Harvey, I knew the hurricane season was still far from over. While we were looking to see how we could help in Texas, Irma was forming and is she ever one angry powerful storm. This past week’s priorities quickly changed from photography to preparations. It is family first, other things are just temporary.

     Speaking of family, one of my favorite Broward bird families is that of “George”, the Yellow-crowned Night Heron. Each spring he shows up walking around my dock looking for crabs and other tasty morsels. There is a tree next door that George has called his summer home for over a decade now. I am not sure this is the original “George” or one of his grandchildren.  However, each year this family arrives in the late spring, raises a new generation (usually one), and about mid September, leaves the area for parts unknown until next year’s breeding season. George has not been too cooperative this year posing for photos but I have managed to capture a few. George Jr. sure likes to sleep a lot and has been caught snoozing on more than one occasion, especially in the family photo.

    The Word tells us to consider the birds of the air, they neither toil nor work yet our heavenly Father feeds them. If He takes care of them so lovingly I know we will be just fine too. The storm may come and leave us homeless but not without hope. If we have our family, we have what we need. And God will take care of the rest. We are part of His family after all. 

George Sr, the patriarch of the Yellow-Crowned Night Heron family poses on a new perch my neighbor set up for me.

I had the new perch set hoping that the Belted Kingfishers would start to use it. They recently returned to the Broward and indeed have discovered the perch. This is Spunky the female as she announces her presence.

The brown belly feathers or "bra" differentiate the female from the male Belted Kingfisher. 

Family photo of Georgia and George Jr...note that Jr is sleeping again..

Who said I was sleeping? I see you Mr. Doohickey

Hurricane Irma is coming so we are going to boogie out of here for now...

Not to worry, someone from above has His eye on me just like this ole Osprey

How Great Thou Art...

     As September arrives on the Broward, one of the anticipated birds that I love to photograph is the Great Egret.  The coming fall season provides great opportunities for capturing this bird. However, the all white coloration does present a challenge to properly expose with the doohickey. How do you tell a Great Egret from the other white Egrets?  Yellow beak, black feet!. The smaller Snowy Egret has just the opposite, black beak and yellow feet.

     Per Wikipedia, The Great Egret (Ardea alba) is also known as the common egret, large egret or great white egret. The four subspecies are found in Asia, Africa, the Americas, and southern Europe.  When observed in flight, they are slow and graceful and one of my favorite subjects (the Editor calls them the Bride of the Broward). During breeding season they exhibit delicate ornamental feathers on the back and have an emerald green coloration around the eyes. In 1953, the great egret in flight was chosen as the symbol of the National Audubon Society, which was formed in part to prevent the killing of birds for their feathers. I often see one particular Great Egret in its favorite fishing hole close to my dock. It just stands and waits until the unsuspecting prey (fish, minnows, frogs and reptiles) swim by and then it strikes with a quick lunge, stabbing the prey with its beak.

     When I see this bird flying by the words of the epic hymn, “How Great Thou Art” come to my mind. The power and grace of their wings remind me of the power of and grace of our Almighty Maker. We have recently seen the power of a storm and the devastation it can bring. Now it is time for all us more fortunate ones to exhibit the grace and power of love in giving to our fellow Americans who recently weathered the storm.  Blessings, Harry. 

A graceful and elegant bird, the Great Egret is one of my favorite birds to photograph.

Few birds can match the beauty of these birds in flight...

Found in Asia, Africa, the Americas, and southern Europe, these large egrets with wingspans of six feet are making a strong comeback after being hunted primarily for their feathers.

Great Egret in breeding plumage, note the green around the eyes...

A yellow beak and black feet distinguish the egret from its smaller cousin, the snowy egret.

The Snowy Egret (right) has "happy feet" that are yellow and the beak is black

The all white feathers present a challenge to properly expose with the Doohickey..got an itch?

This Great Egret sits in its favorite fishing hole and waits for the food to come by

The grace and beauty of their wings make me sing "How Great Thou Art"!

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