How have ya been?

I live in Central Florida and the weather guy Jonathan said it’s gonna be rainy all day, so I thought, I could go touch base with y’all.
Surrounded by wildlife all year, these few months are special to Floridians; we are in the middle of the annual bird migration and winter breeding grounds visitors.
Thankfully, we have numerous wildlife refuges and wetlands areas that offer homesteading to our special part time residents. Everyone from shore wading birds to Harrier hawks and Bald eagles have gotten settled into their winter homes, and they will be with us until the sun gets hot.
I took a week off of work, and Johnny and I did our normal hang around town and do the local “Stay-cation”. All that entails is getting up and driving to the refuge or wetlands that day. So I will share some of what we saw.
Hiking on off beat trails can be rewarding. It’s too cool for the mosquitos and after a mile of just being in the midst of old oak trees, walking on a carpet of inches deep discarded leaves, and listening for its chirping residents, you just feel better. Somehow the sun shines a little brighter in the hammocks, and the air is a little sweeter.

These air plants are huge, and everything is just so green…
This deer moss covered an area of the forest floor the size of a football field. It looked like little tufts of green sponges. So pretty. I just love them.
Deer Moss

It’s hard to believe that a few hundred feet away, there is water and all that flies over it.
Now is nesting season, and on this particular day, everyone was busy.

A male Osprey making another trip to the newly designed nest.
Oy

The Great blue Heron always looks clumsy, and flying with nesting material is not a flattering look for him. Lol.
Then the tree dwellers were patiently waiting for their tradesman to return with materials for building, or even better, food. A Great White Heron preens, while sitting on the nest.

Breeding Plumage is striking.
Living in trees can’t be easy, and this young roseate Spoonbill does not look very comfortable.

Space is limited, and this Roseate Spoonbill had just been pushed off of a tree.
Then there are those that just keep it simple, although they seem oblivious to the danger of all ground and water inhabitants. Sandhill Cranes oftentimes will nest in the middle of the marsh. To me it seems scary, as there is no shortage of racoons, alligators and snakes.

But, hey, I’m not a Sandhill Crane, so there’s that.
That’s it for now. Enjoy your Sunday, and let me know if you like this.