(Header Image: Lake Kissimmee pre-dawn, light fog.) “It’s something different.” A phrase guaranteed to increase a birder’s pulse rate. “Yellow face, dark eye line, greenish on the back, white wing-bars, white...
Breakfast was delightful and enhanced by the local ambience. Alligators now recognize us on sight and popped up to the lake’s surface every few minutes to be sure we were still...
It is 0645. Sunrise. Not a hint of a breeze. The grass path is wet from last night’s rain. Or morning dew. Both. In the distance, Limpkins call from opposite ends...