Last stroll through WWS of 2023

Barred Owl, December 29, 2023

A new year begins. May it be rich and meaningful!

As you might know about personal loss, the two months since Terry died have been full of grief with a particular loneliness and longing to talk to him about this remarkable dying experience. John O'Donohue knew of this when he said, "Lonesome for all the conversations we never had," and more. Conversations spontaneously arise in my mind as I wonder what Terry would think. 

When a wave of grief arose, I'd step outside and start walking. To be with the birds and trees. With nature. 

Poet Rainer Marie Rilke's recommendation for when things get turbulent and troublesome: stay close to nature. I have. So here are some things I noticed and photographed. 

I'll begin with the lucky sighting of a Barred Owl two days ago, around 4 PM, across the pond from the butterfly garden in Pineneedle near my place. I've heard it multiple times very early (3 - 5 AM), and then yesterday, I heard caterwauling, so it looks like a pair might nest nearby.

Cormorants on the big pond. Many of them! 

Wood Storks resting. Edge of big pond.

A female Eastern Grey Squirrel. Notice her teats - nesting in a Laurel Oak.

Mourning Dove taking a bath in a puddle.

A pair of Limpkins, north Wildewood. A Limpkin hanging out with juvenile Wood Storks, big pond.

Anhinga catches a fish.

Red-bellied Woodpecker. See the red belly?

Tri-colored Heron, north Wildewood pond near Pickle Ball courts.

Bluejay and Northern Cardinal

So many ducks in the ponds. This is an American Widgeon.

Monarchs finding nectar in Orchid tree blooms. Woodland Village.

European Honey Bee hive, north Wildewood Drive in a wooded area.

The Dombeya tree is blooming, and the bees are delighted!

A bird of a different sort - took a helicopter ride with a granddaughter. What fun! Saw the gulf from a bird's-eye view.

Big pond duck meet up

Female Northern Shoveler Duck snuggled into a ball shape, and male Shoveler. 

About 8:30 this morning (2/4/22) I noticed a lot of ducks meeting in the middle of the pond - mallards, ring-necks, scaups, shovelers, widgeons, and mixed breeds.

Before I arrived at the pond's edge, I noticed a commotion of small birds in the Southern Oak trees. I heard then saw Grey Gnat Catchers. I got a photograph of one.

Polioptilids (a Gnatcatcher's formal name) glean small insects and other arthropods from leaves and branches, often flicking their tails actively as they forage. Despite their name, they very rarely take flying gnats on the wing.

A Tufted Titmouse singing like it was the best day ever. I agreed.

A female Downy Woodpecker. The tapping sounded like drumming. Both sexes drum on trees to claim territories, attract mates, and signal readiness for mating. The drumming is made up of very rapid, steady strikes almost fast enough to blend into a single sound.  All About Birds

A male Red-Bellied Woodpecker on an adjacent tree showing evidence for the red-belly name. "Hey, I hear you, Downy Woodpecker, nice drumming.

Then there were several Palm Warblers. Here's one.

And then, oh my duck galore.

American Wigeon pairs were happily eating and making sounds like this. Wigeons are one of the more vocal ducks - their 3 part nasal whistle sounds a bit like someone softly blowing through a kazoo. Once you listen, you'll be able to identify this duck without seeing its markings.

A male American Widgeon has  a wide green postocular stripe seen when the light shines on it just right. Like this.

Two male Ring-Necked Ducks. So that ring neck identification? It's a cinnamon ring at the base of the neck, which gives the duck its name. It's a very poor field guide seen only at close range in good light. To date, I haven't seen it.

Northern Shoveler. Female and male. That beak is shovel-shaped all right.

Female

Male shoveler.

And last, a pair I've photographed over the last couple years. A mallard hybrid and a female so mixed in breed that a duck like this is referred to as "weird." (All About Birds says more about confused domestic ducks and hybrids here. 

Well, I got a look at how confused-hybrid happens. These two were swimming along.)

A male Muscovy Duck appeared. The pictures show what happened.

And just like that, a pair became a trio.

Walks to be with the wild

Great Blue Heron at the water's edge.

I'm reading Our Wild Calling by Richard Louv. It's byline is "how connecting with animals can transform our lives (and save theirs)." I immediately understand the premise and relate to the many stories about connecting with wildlife.

Walks in our precious neighborhood settle my mind. My breath and heart beat slow. Nature soothes. These photographs hardly match seeing and hearing the first cardinal's morning call or noticing the silhouette of a Wood Stork high in a Slash Pine near the pond waiting for what comes next. Still, I take these photographs to remember and show you with a hope that our joy and appreciation leads to care of this extraordinary habitat we all call home.

So, in the last week or so, here are a few things I saw.

Just rounding the corner of Pineneedle, I saw a Red-Shouldered Hawk looking for breakfast.

Flocks of American Widgeons on the big pond. Two males are followed by a female.

This pair, a mixed duck breed and an almost Mallard partner, familiar now to so many of us. Hello old friends.

Lesser Scaups on the big pond.

Not in our neighborhood yet not far away, I drove by the utilities pond on 53rd and noticed hundreds of birds. 

I circled back to use my camera to get a closer look. Ducks, mostly Redhead, Shovelers, Scaup. And White Pelicans.

I was on my way home from an early beach walk where I had one of those incredible encounters - with a Brown Pelican.

I'm happy to have this memory. Terry took a photograph as I sat to enjoy Terns on Anna Maria Island near Pine Street.

Have you noticed the newly added limb to the Barred Owl Nesting box? I hear Barred Owls many mornings and hope so much they will find that spot just right to raise a family of owlets.

Last, a memory popped up on my screen. Last year at this time, a newly hatched small turtle at our front door. Grandson Gavin picked it up and took it to the pond.