Sun

Well, the sun has returned and, with it, the local critters have emerged into the now dry daylight. Shari’s bunny, Barney, is enjoying an afternoon snack of clover in the front yard. The heron (Harry, to us earthbound mortals) is back, purloining our innocent and unsuspecting fish while we’re looking the other away. Dastardly feathered cur. I know, curs don’t have feathers. Poetic license. One of these days it’ll take wing and flee south with its avian pals. Let it feast on the FL Keys bone fish for a while. It will find them a far greater and more bony challenge than a pond full of fat, lethargic large mouth bass. Action alert. As is the annual case, we find ourselves again in the middle of the starling migratory super highway. Thousands of them flew overhead last night and hundreds took a rest stop on our front yard. A few walked through the low lying brush on the island and in the surrounding woods. Guess they couldn’t afford an air ticket. The price of avian poverty. Today was an encore of yesterday. We’ll soon be in the middle of the duck super highway and things will get busy around here with the calls of hooded mergansers, wood ducks, mallards and other water birds . “Lullaby of Birdland”