Yes, this is it. My last posting about Florida – at least until I go back again. I started this thing with birds and with birds it shall end (sounds rather biblical don’t it?). Fortunately I beat the Spring Break rush by a full month and avoided the youthful influx of northern turkeys and loons and could concentrate on the native fauna.
A wonderful bird is the pelican; his beak will hold two gallons more than his belly can. With apologies to Dixon Merritt who wrote about this wonderful bird “whose beak will hold more than his bellican,” I inserted the factual reality behind his famous limerick. In so doing I have ruined it, but have done so in the name of SCIENCE. These large fish-eating birds have huge expandable beak pouches (specifically called gluar pouches by the pre-spring break sober students of Yale and the U of M). According to researchers, this pouch can contain three gallons of fish-filled water while the stomach can only hold 1 gallon of the stuff. Wow you say? So what you say? So there, I say.
There are two different kinds of pelicans in our immediate world – the brown and the white. The white, which are ….well, white… are mostly birds of the interior and central plains while the brown, which are, as we said, brown… are coastal salt water creatures. The two rarely mix, but do overlap. You can tell them apart because one is brown and the other is… o.k.. it’s not really necessary to repeat this. Just in case you might be thinking that a particular white pelican in the distance might be a brown pelican that suffered from a horrible bleach factory accident, just look for the prominent knob on the beak (see here) to prove it is a white white pelican and not a white brown pelican. This only works on breeding condition birds but we can’t cover every situation can we.
It was breeding time when I was in Florida and the Brown Pelicans were in full romantic form. You can tell if a Brown Pelican is in love if the top of its head and back of its neck is a rich reddish brown (first photo above). Both sexes are alike, by the way. Non-breeders, or peli-cants, sport white heads and necks and a confused look (second photo above).
Within the confines of the Homosassa Springs zoo, a group of free-ranging wild Brown Pelicans had set up a nesting colony and a few of the birds were thawing out frozen chickens for the zoo restaurant. Actually these “chickens” were real baby pelicans, or peli-willbes. It takes around 80 days to nurture a pelican chick to full size. Once fully thawed, the young pelican will look extremely average for several years until it too becomes brown-headed with love.
High above the nesting pelicans, a Great Blue Heron female came in to feed her chick (see here and below). Young herons certainly give the baby pelicans a run for their money in the ugly department. I suspect that their beak, however, can hold exactly as much as their belican.
At least these homely little herons will grow up to be noble looking adults, but I’m not sure the same can be said for Wood Storks. I didn’t see any baby storks (I wonder who brings the baby storks to the storks anyhow?) although there were plenty of ugly adult Wood Storks flying about the Florida Gulf Coast. At the zoo, the resident storks were resting in the awkward manner rarely seen in wild birds. Appearing to sit upon bended leg, the birds were actually leaning upon their heels if you consider the actual structure of a bird leg. The leg portion from the bend to the toes represents the foot (the bones are fused together to form a single structure). At least one of the flamingoes were doing the same thing, and for the same reason, but they looked much better while doing it.
Speaking of Great Egrets – which we weren’t, but now through the magic of awkward segues are – these elegant birds were clothed in their best plumage as they slunk through the Florida landscape. They were as common as street signs in some localities and it would have been easy to ignore them. Because they are so familiar with people they allow for a close approach which is something our northern versions refuse to do. It would have been a mistake to overlook them because of their wonderful display of breeding plumes called aigrettes.
These tufts of delicate feathers sprout off the back of breeding egrets and quickly wear away after the season is over. They are the reason behind the bird’s name and the very plumes once responsible for the species brush with extinction. They were sought as ornamentation for ladies hats around the turn of the last century and the birds were slaughtered for that sole purpose.
I cannot cover the subject of Floridian fauna without addressing the multiple ospreys perching, fishing, and nesting in the region around Tampa. One particular bird, recovering from a recent dowsing, dried his wings in cormorant style. Cormorants don’t have much feather oil and must dry their wings in the sun. Ospreys are suitably oily and don’t require a sun treatment. They normally shed their water weight with a vigorous shake.
I guess this bird was posing for the camera as so many of the Florida birds are wont to do. I guess it’s a tourist related thing. One pair of ospreys, nesting on a high structure overlooking Fort DeSoto State Park, were shamelessly hawking beach towels and sandals from their lofty station. I severely doubt that they were paying state taxes.
Anhingas do have to sun dry themselves after a dip. I spotted several of these lanky fisher birds. Due to their habit of swimming with only their long necks exposed above the surface they are also called Snake Birds. One individual, sunbathing on a sea wall along the Crystal River, clearly displayed the reason the name of Water Turkey is sometimes applied to them.
Not every bird displayed the dignity and elegance of the Egrets, Ospreys, and Anhingas. The Black Vultures looked like scorched Turkey Vultures and the Laughing Gulls were laughable when yawning (see beginning photo). The Double-crested Cormorants were at least looking double-cresty (see first photo below)! For the most part, however, the feathered set offered ample reasons for a northern naturalist to return. A sleek little Red-shouldered Hawk patiently permitted a portrait (see second photo below) while a White Ibis was kind enough to remove itself from the crowd of ibises…ibisii…or whatever you call a bunch of them, for a single serene shot. There’s also the dowsing Dunlin and the drowsy Dowitcher to consider.
In the manner of awkward segues that have typified this piece, I will conclude with a final photo that has nothing to do with the birds of Florida what-so-ever. Because it is Floridian in content I feel justified in slipping it in before the subject vanishes altogether. Consider this a P.S. (that’s Post Script to any of you unfamiliar with the lost art of letter writing – a thought inserted after the main writing is done). I observed a Grey Squirrel sneaking about the visitor cars at the DeSoto National Memorial. The curious rodent was spending an inordinate amount of time around one of the tires and approached it several times. Before leaving the spot, it cast a longing look back at the hubcap. There is only one sub-title that I can attach to the following photo which captured this last glance: “A Grey Squirrel Contemplates whether Lug Nuts are Edible.”