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Tico Airshow Images

If I was rich, I do believe I would be an airshow follower. Or whatever those people are called that go to all the airshows. I just wanted to share a couple images of the Warbirds that allow us the freedom we have today.

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Well, Wicked Willy didn’t really garner our freedom for us. He was cool tho!! Annnnd he outran the P-51 🙂

Peacock’s Pocket on The Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge……………………….

Sunset on the MINWR is where we are every time we get the chance,. Can you blame us?
This night, Johnny waded the shallow-water flat, looking for a Redfish or Spotted Sea-Trout to give his weedless spoon a second look.  As he fished, I walked the area, finding a brazen Limpkin that seemed happy to look for bugs at my feet
She seemed happy to wander around at my feet, and I realized in the tall grass, she could see snakes before me. We hung out for about an hour........
She seemed happy to wander around at my feet, and I realized in the tall grass, she could see snakes before me. We hung out for about an hour……..

                                                                                                                                                                                There was a Tri-Colored Heron standing perfectly still at the base of a mangrove tree, hidden by reeds in ankle deep water, trying to lure fish into his range.

Tri-Color Heron on the Merritt Island national Wildlife Refuge, down around Peacock's Pocket
Tri-Color Heron on the Merritt Island national Wildlife Refuge, down around Peacock’s Pocket

 I tried to shoot images of a Tit Mouse. That didn’t work out as well as I hoped. I always keep Johnny in view, because this time of year, the alligators are beefing up for the upcoming cooler weather we will be having in the next month or so. The bulls have no issue with shadowing the wading fishermen; my guess is that in the past when they get with 10 feet or so of someone, they throw the gator the fish out of fear. I like to let him know if one is behind him, because they have a nasty habit of going under water when they get close. There were three in the area this night, but they all kept a respectful distance.