Did somebody call for a clean up on Aisle 11?
I’m imply gorgeous and no one seems to know who I am.
IN MEMORIAM, LIGUSTRUM WETLAND?
Please be advised that, while this Bird of the Day blog will continue daily, I sadly will have to depart from my prior practice of posting a picture of a bird taken between one and ten days prior to the post. I say sadly, because the birds that have historically inhabited or visited the wetland daily, often approaching 1,000, have departed. We have had a drought for several months, but the wetland was surviving well. Great Blue Herons and Great and Snowy Egrets were nesting and beginning to fledge their young. During the drought a project to correct a drainage issue was undertaken. Whether because of the drought or the project, the water level in the wetland dropped until it was little more than a mud basin. This allowed predators, such as bobcats and possibly wild pigs to enter the wetland and prey on the nesting birds. Within days the nests were empty, and sadly the chicks and some parent egrets and herons were dead. While we mourn their loss, and the daily visits of the countless other birds, we hope that the developer will remediate this problem, or worst case, when the rainy season begins in earnest the wetland will refill and will rise like the proverbial phoenix and the birds will return. Until then, continue to enjoy photos from the past.
As my dear, late friend, Douglas Adams wrote so well: So long and thanks for all the fish.
Why does no one ever speak kindly of the mortician? We are really rather nice.
I do like it here, diverse neighborhood, fine dining easily available. I’ll take it.
Mom and Dad say when I grow up everyone is going to salute me. How nuts is that?
Private Eyes -They’re watching you -They see your every move
In this Church, I’m a bird of pray. Open to Hymn 426.
“Be afraid, Be very afraid, snail.”