The mystique that encompasses the art of fishing would take tomes if justice were to be done for this sublime endeavor. From the narratives of Mark Twain on the adventures of Huck Finn to the evocative story “A River Runs Through It”, fishing takes a noble place in the arts. Today, I’d like to show how birds, too, partake in this heady venture—not for the love or art of it but for survival. You can tell, though that they’re having the absolutely best time of surviving!
Here’s a cousin of RV (Rudy Valentino) the Reddish Egret, one of Neptune the Osprey’s friends:
"Is that a fish I see before me--its fins beconing to me???"
Now, you have to forgive The Cousin for mixing Macbeth in with his vernacular–he’s not feeling too well these days. poor baby is molting:
"Sheesh, it is, it is. Come hither, lil' darlin'"
"Ah, but you're a feisty one, aren't ya?"
"Whoopee, one down and more to go!"
"Bam, wait 'til Emirille le chef sees this one."
"Aaaaaahhhhh, the joy of fishin'--I jest cain't git enuff."
Then there’s the Snowy Egret:
"Hahaha, that one just hopped right in, it did!"
"Dish one is a cutis pootis, yum!"
"OK, so Ima double dippin' thar's billions of 'em out there."
And, like everywhere, there’s the scamp like this one below who probably “appropriated” this calamari from a nearby restaurant:
"Doant lissen to Ms P. I had it shipped special to Ft. Myers, so I did."
The perils of an alligator nearby become secondary to the possibility of the awesome catch for this Great Blue Heron:
"i got an eerie feelin' that I'm not alone!"
Speaking of alligators, here’s the Great Egret ballet in the face of such peril:
"Hey, I'm not afraid of ya, Great Blue. There's a wHAT........"
"Now, now lads, calm down: remember, there's safety in numbers........"
Of course, there’s always the daredevil who will want to show off her prowess:
"Ya cain't skeeer the Great Maya, so ya cain't. Anyways, I know you guys jest got yer Chicken a l'Orange."
The Cormorant is an avid fisherbird around these parts:
"Oh, mama, this is breakfast AND lunch, mhmmhhhmmmhhmm."
This little seagull has no fear of stormy waves:
"Ride like the weeeeeeeeeend, yay!"
I won’t get into the fishing habits of Pelicans here:
"Whazzat, Ms P. You woke me from my nap."
…because I’ll be devoting an entire post to them in a few weeks.
And while the setting for “A River Runs Through It”, this is not but it IS a capture of the love of my life, Jim, flexing the ol’ wrist flyfishing over on Sanibel Island:
"I know, I know, I'm just here to entertain the fish."
What concentration that man has!!! So, if you’re looking for something awesome, head down to the water and do a spot of fishing or watch the birds fishing. Click here for a song to put you in the mood. And have yourselves a ball, now! ;D
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