Sometimes pink pelicans wade silently on the surface of the lake in my neighborhood.
Okay, so they’re not pink, they’re white. But, the reflection of the sun on the water causes the very unique pelicans to appear pink. They’re feathers are kept a pristine ivory color.
There really are pink birds that make their homes on our man-made lake. Until I moved to Florida, I thought the only pink fowl were flamingos. Wrong. The lovely spoonbills are a vibrant rosy color. I could only find one for the photo below.
Why in the world does the below photo look like melting clumps of snow in dead trees? In Florida?
Ahh, it’s a flock of white egrets making their beds at dusk (below).
Where I grew up in the Midwest, I don’t remember seeing a variety of birds. The best I can remember are robins, crows, doves and a rare visit from a cardinal. Which means, I know very little about birds. Could you tell me what kind the next one is (below) that is drying off? Is it a type of crane?
Anyone know what kind those two birds are floating in the water? They may look too faraway to see them, but they are not ducks.
I suppose if I had a birdhouse when I lived up north, I probably would’ve seen more species. Here in Florida, these guys (below) end up in the yard even without a birdhouse.
It’s ironic how observing an animal which takes flight can be so grounding. Their colors, their bedtime habits in swamp trees, their songs, have a way of pulling me into the moment and reminding me of who I really am.