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First Love Is Never Easy, Part II ©

To read Part I, scroll down to February 12th.  Today, we continue with Part II.

To get his mind off Delila and his wounded soul, poor TestaVerde (TV for short) the Roseate Spoonbill visited all his pals near and far.   He took horseshoe crab fishing lessons with Maya the Great Egret.

He dropped in on Julio the Cormorant who was hanging out with his cousins.  He listened for hours and hours to their stories about the wonders they saw under water:

Then he started confiding in others about his fragile amorous state.  His buddy Jestsayin the Roseate Spoonbill gave him his usual retort when baffled by the conundrums of life.  “Get a life and quit worriwartin’ over some fool girl Rosy”  Jestsayin sputtered and TV went on his way.

He spent an evening with Grandebouche the Brown Pelican who wasn’t much help either.  “Ya think ya got problems???  I cain’t git a fish bigger ‘n a shraimp with all tha competition here.”

Of course, it didn’t help matters much when, next morning, Neptune the Osprey started showing off to his latest conquest by screeching out to her while she was taking a dip:

[caption id="attachment_1503" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Whoo hoo Bellezza, doan’t git yer feathers too wet—we’ve been invited to the opening of a fancy Sashimi joint over in Naples”"][/caption]

Bellezza was blindingly beautiful but TV the Roseate Spoonbill could barely see this, so smitten was he with Delila:

[caption id="attachment_1504" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""I'm coming, just have to rinse off.""][/caption]

He met up with Rudolph Valentino (RV) the Reddish Egret and complimented him on his dancing and fishing skills.  Now, I don’t know if you remember this but Neptune the Osprey told all who would listen that RV made the avian population swoon at the very sight of him.

Well, TestaVerde had learned this fact through Maya the Great Egret and with a hesitant voice, queried RV if he could learn from him.  “Ah, my friend—it’s my red feathers that sets ‘em off, doncha know.  Maybe if ya dyed your pink feathers a tad red, they’d come running”;  he replied to a disappointed TV.  His heart, with a little toss, confirmed his thoughts that he only wanted one to come running and that ONE was the Divine Delila.

He ran into a Great, great aunt of Celeste, the Tricolor Heron out doing her morning fishing.  She was in a terrible rush and kept on flying. Besides, as she was later overheard to say with a sniff, that she “didn’t have time to stop and chat about the affairs of the heart”:

So on and on he went with no resolution. It was too far to go to see the Shaman on Lake Okeechobee to get his advice.  But like his spirit brothers and sisters, the wolves in Yellowstone, TV had developed a special relationship with the moon over the years.   When it was full and fully risen, he would sit under a lone palm tree and point his beak towards the sky.

What followed, I’m not at liberty to say but Testaverde came back one night with a little skip and hop to his stride.  Everywhere he went after that, the avian and mammal world would sigh with appreciation. Even the humans were stunned by his unique and striking demeanor.

Delila was with her sister Delice when she caught sight of this Adonis and gazed with adoration at him.  Of course, Delice could only laugh at this turn of events.

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Now, whenever there was a splash party and Delila caught sight of the “new” TestaVerde, she would let out a little screech and run to his side.

[caption id="attachment_1511" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption="Yooohooooo, TV wait for meeeeee""][/caption]

What happened that night under the palm tree, you wonder? I often wonder myself (TV only divulged bits and pieces) but if I have to take a guess, I’d bet that TestaVerde came into his own that night. He realized that by being a kind and gentle soul and having so many wonderful friends was more important than being the latest crush at the rookery.

What do YOU think??  I’d love to hear your speculations. Oh, and Basilio the Roseate Spoonbill:  what happened to him?  Well, there’s much, much more to this story and all will be revealed down the road a bit.  First, we must go back to the Great Blue Herons’ tale narrated by our diva, Maya the Great Egret.  So, while you’re speculating on what happened to TV the Rosy that fateful night, why not listen to this love song done by MY biggest crush when I was 13.  Oh, be still, my fluttering heart!!!   Ciao, y’all et á bientôt.   ;D

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The Zen of Fishing

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:

[caption id="attachment_1252" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Is that a fish I see before me--its fins beconing to me???""]"Is that a fish I see before me--its fins beconing to me???"[/caption]

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:

[caption id="attachment_1253" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Sheesh, it is, it is. Come hither, lil' darlin'""]"Sheesh, it is, it is.  Come hither, lil' darlin'"[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1254" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Ah, but you're a feisty one, aren't ya?""]"Ah, but you're a feisty one, aren't ya?"[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1255" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Whoopee, one down and more to go!""]"Whoopee, one down and more to go!"[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1256" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Bam, wait 'til Emirille le chef sees this one.""]"Bam, wait 'til Emirille le chef sees this one."[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1257" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Aaaaaahhhhh, the joy of fishin'--I jest cain't git enuff.""]"Aaaaaahhhhh, the joy of fishin'--I jest cain't git enuff."[/caption]

Then there’s the Snowy Egret:

[caption id="attachment_1258" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Hahaha, that one just hopped right in, it did!""]"Hahaha, that one just hopped right in, it did!"[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1259" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Dish one is a cutis pootis, yum!""]"Dish one is a cutis pootis, yum!"[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1260" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""OK, so Ima double dippin' thar's billions of 'em out there.""]"OK, so Ima double dippin' thar's billions of 'em out there."[/caption]

And, like everywhere, there’s the scamp like this one below who probably “appropriated” this calamari from a nearby restaurant:

[caption id="attachment_1261" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Doant lissen to Ms P. I had it shipped special to Ft. Myers, so I did.""]"Doant lissen to Ms P.  I had it shipped special to Ft. Myers, so I did."[/caption]

The perils of an alligator nearby become secondary to the possibility of the awesome catch for this Great Blue Heron:

[caption id="attachment_1262" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""i got an eerie feelin' that I'm not alone!""]"i got an eerie feelin' that I'm not alone!"[/caption]

Speaking of alligators, here’s the Great Egret ballet in the face of such peril:

[caption id="attachment_1263" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Hey, I'm not afraid of ya, Great Blue. There's a wHAT........""]"Hey, I'm not afraid of ya, great Blue.  There's a wHAT........"[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1264" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Now, now lads, calm down: remember, there's safety in numbers........""]"Now, now lads, calm down:  remember, there's safety in numbers........"[/caption]

Of course, there’s always the daredevil who will want to show off her prowess:

[caption id="attachment_1265" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Ya cain't skeeer the Great Maya, so ya cain't. Anyways, I know you guys jest got yer Chicken a l'Orange.""]"Ya cain't skeeer the Great Maya, so ya cain't.  Anyways, I know you guys jest got yer Chicken a l'Orange."[/caption]

The Cormorant is an avid fisherbird around these parts:

[caption id="attachment_1266" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Oh, mama, this is breakfast AND lunch, mhmmhhhmmmhhmm.""]"Oh, mama, this is breakfast AND lunch, mhmmhhhmmmhhmm."[/caption]

This little seagull has no fear of stormy waves:

[caption id="attachment_1267" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Ride like the weeeeeeeeeend, yay!""]"Ride like the weeeeeeeeeend, yay!"[/caption]

I won’t get into the fishing habits of Pelicans here:

[caption id="attachment_1268" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Whazzat, Ms P. You woke me from my nap.""]"Whazzat, Ms P.  You woke me from my nap."[/caption]

…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:

[caption id="attachment_1269" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""I know, I know, I'm just here to entertain the fish.""]"I know, I know, I'm just here to entertain the fish."[/caption]

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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Neptune the Osprey States His Case.

Ms P. told me to go and introduce myself  because she’s busy right now (between you and me, she’s bein’ doing too much twittering, wink, wink!).  Actually, you met me some time back since I’m Juno the Osprey’s big brother and I was the one who got the shock of my life when Ms P. showed up on a bad hair day.  For her, not me!  Oh, yes, my name is Neptune, Goodall, Gore, Carson, Thoreau, Muir, Suzuki or Neptune the Osprey for short.   Well, I just wanted to clear up some misunderstandings with Maya the Great Egret and I’m in a hurry because the pelicans are guzzling up all the fish out there!

[caption id="attachment_1093" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Does this ring a bell?""]"Does this ring a bell?"[/caption]

First off, I AM Maya’s friend. I love her almost as much as I love my sister Juno but sometimes, these young ones get things muddled in their over-active minds, if you get my drift.  But today, I want to dissolve the idea that ospreys are greedy.  Greedy?  GREEDY?  GREEDY? Waille, lemme tell ya , Missy Maya, there are others out there far, far, far, far, more greedy than us!  I could tell ya about the pelicans for one—they’re everywhere ya turn, gliding, splashing and diving!  And please– have ya seen the pouches on them?  They pack away a whole trawler in five seconds!  But that’s a story for another time.

I’m going to tell you about my Buddy RV the Reddish Egret and the encounter he had with a pair of seagulls.  No, he’s not named RV for the gas guzzler but for the Latin lover, Rudolph Valentino. Some say he’s the Johnny Depp of the barrier islands and others call him Mr. Makesmedroolsobad . Yeah, he’s that good-looking:

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Whatever, he’s my good buddy RV and here’s his story. One day, in Ding Darling he was minding his own business being happy with his shrimp-catching when:

[caption id="attachment_1095" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Whoop! Dinnint know shrimp was on the menu.""]"Whoop! Dinnint know shrip was on the menu."[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1096" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Go git yer own. I'm not sharing!""]"Go git yer own.  I'm not sharing!"[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1097" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Ah, RV, c'mon!""]"Ah, RV, c'mon!"[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1098" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""What jest heppened here???? Did he jest .. did he ... wha'..""]"What jest heppened here???? Did he jest .. did he ... wha'.."[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1099" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Gulp!!!! Yeah, he did. Guess I'll hafta git another.""]"Gulp!!!! Yeah, he did.  Guess I'll hafta git another."[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1100" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Yum, che buono, delizioso, even better than the first one.""]"Yum, che buono, delizioso, even better than the first one."[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1101" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Wha' WHA'... is he for real? Back again? "]"Wha'  WHA'... is he for real?  Back again?  [/caption] [caption id="attachment_1103" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Back off, back off, yer not gittin' this one.""]"Back off, back off, yer not gittin' this one."[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1104" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Aw, RV c'mon, you always get the best. Didn't yer mom and dad teach ya that you should share?""]"Aw, RV c'mon, you always get the best.  didn't yer mom  and dad teach ya that you should share?"[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1105" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Yeah, they did and they also told me to fish for myself. Go git yer own.""]"Yeah, they did and they also told me to fish for myself.  Go git yer own."[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1106" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Please, RV I'm tired and hungry. I overslept 'cause I was up partying all nite over on the pier at Ft. Myers beach.""]"Please, RV I'm tired and hungry.  I overslept 'cause I was up partying all nite."[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1107" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""One last time, then. Ya gotta learn to git yer own.""]"One last time, then.  Ya gotta learn to git yer own."[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1108" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Thank youuuuuuuuuuu, RV. You the best, man. Catch ya later.""]"Thank youuuuuuuuuuu, RV.  You the best, man.  Catch ya later."[/caption]

Well, I don’t know what all!  I think that seagull was conning RV. I see him do that a lot!  So, Maya the Great Egret,  ya see now that you might have been mixing ospreys up with seagulls or pelicans?

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Anyhow, thank you all for listening to my tale of woe. Thank you Ms P. fer letting me use the photos ya didn’t want ta show because they were taken at the wrong time of day.  Whatever!  Now, I must go and see if there’s any fish left after all those pelicans descended on our barrier islands!  See y’all later!

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Roseate Spoonbill’s Way

For several weeks now,  I feel like Marcel Proust’s pen illustrating his prodigious oeuvre “In Remembrance of Things Past”– except that I’m looking for Roseate Spoonbills rather than piecing together memories of  events in “Swann’s Way”.  It seems as though there were hundreds of those beautiful wading birds around at this time last year!  Sadly, this year they are few and far between.

Up until last week, I had seen nary a one. Jim and I ventured out to Ding Darling to try our luck weekend after weekend.  One time, the tide was too high for bird sightings.  Another time we came across a cutie, 3 foot alligator:

[caption id="attachment_1014" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Y'all keep yer distance, now, an' don't feed me!""]"Y'all keep yer distance, now, an' don't feed me!"[/caption]

We spotted a Yellow Crowned Night Heron taking a jaunty walk in search of Fiddler crabs:

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What a worrywart expression he had (was he out of luck, too?):

[caption id="attachment_1016" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Bummer, no crabs today!""]"Bummer, no crabs today!"[/caption]

Another wee heron looked puzzled by the giant “fish bones” sculpture:

[caption id="attachment_1017" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""Whoa! That must have been a H U G E one!""]"Whoa!  That must have been a H U G E one!"[/caption]

There was the odd Snowy Egret or two:

[caption id="attachment_1018" align="aligncenter" width="900" caption=""But I LOVE yuuuuuuuuuuu! Please wait, wait, listen to me!""]"But I LOVE yuuuuuuuuuuu!  Please listen to me!"[/caption]

And like the Reddish Egret here, we searched and searched:

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But came up with nada, nada, nada:

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So we consoled ourselves with taking in the view of Matanzas Pass accompanied by a very nice brewski at Doc Ford’s:

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Finally, a week ago, we caught sight of not one, not two, but THREE ROSIES!!!!! They have come back.  Hurrah!!!   They’ve been traveling the earth, seas, rivers and lakes from the Caribbean to Canada and back down through The Smokey Mountains where they settled for a while.

Roseate

Are they GORGEOUS or what? So well-worth waiting for.  In reality, we were probably not going to their habitat at the right tide times, but I like my story better ;D.  What do you think?

And if you’ve been put off by the length of Proust’s work, try to read a paragraph or two!!  Then you can brag that you’ve actually read a few pages!!! :] And if you want to listen to Jacques Brel’s beautiful love song, “Ne Me Quitte Pas”, click here.

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