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Header Image: Snail Kite “BBQ!” Ribs or chicken? “Chicken!” Almost dark but as it’s winter it wasn’t late. Dinner time, as a matter of fact. Since I forced Gini to accompany me on an impromptu trip to the park this afternoon, it only seemed fair to treat her (okay, and me) to a dinner of her choice. Smoky chicken, green beans, potato salad. She said something about going birding late every day… Read More

Header Image: Snail Kite Most living things are creatures of habit. For good reasons. Over time, we find what works best to ensure our survival. If we happen to be a black bear, we develop a habit of examining certain trees which in the past were used by bees. Yellow-legged Mud-dauber Wasps habitually sting and paralyze spiders, but don’t consume most of them. Instead, they seal a couple dozen in a nest… Read More

(Header Image: Roseate Spoonbill) A brand new year is in full swing and we are celebrating the fact that we are still able to enjoy exploring nature and will be seeking new adventures to share. As we glanced around the blog workshop the other day, we noticed several images awaiting insertion in a post. Events of the past several months seemed to derail my plans to adhere to some sort of blogging… Read More

(First of a two-part photographic extravaganza!)  (Header Image: A Central Florida lake at sunset.) We’re tired. For the last couple of weeks, Gini and I have been participating in the annual Audubon Christmas Bird Counts held around our local area. Several days of scouting, actual count days (+12 hour days in the field), processing data and photographs – whew! Not content with giving 100% during this time, Gini also conducted Christmas ornament… Read More

(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 underneath, dark throat – what in the world?” Gone. A couple of pictures. Sigh. Drive on. “There it is! There are two of them!”, Gini yelled and braced for impact as I slammed on the brakes. The two birds were in… Read More