Sunday, August 31, 2008

Birthday Presents

Fledgling Pelicans
Estero Bay, Florida
August 28, 2008


“Man who waits for roast duck to fly into mouth must wait very, very long time.”
~Chinese Proverb
I slept in on my birthday this past week. I was tired and lazy and completely undecided about which direction to head for this self-designated day off. After much procrastination, I ended up throwing the kayak on top of the car and driving north along the thin road that connects the barrier islands in my neighborhood. I found a likely spot to pull off, launched the boat, and paddled into Estero Bay, grumbling because I'd forgotten my iPod and good grief, paddling just isn't paddling without music in my ears.

In the middle of my grumble, two manatee surfaced next to the boat and continued to play alongside me for close to thirty minutes. They dared me to be grumpy with such goofy looking creatures in my presence. It was pretty darned magical and worth losing my funky mood.

A bit further along, I came up to a large rookery key that I often visit. Usually, it's just a haven for scores of pelicans, but this day - my day - it was alive with cormorants, egrets, herons, and the loud, hungry protests of a dozen or more fledgling pelicans. What a find! I haven't ever seen pelicans this young in my travels before; these guys were unable to leave the nest yet, although some where clumsily trying, falling through the mangrove branches with loud crashes.

The water, still abnormally high from Tropical Storm Fay, flooded the inside of the key and I was able to maneuver the boat quietly into the center, and through a veil of mosquitoes, capture these two staring down at me with quizzical looks.

Sometimes, the best birthday presents wear feathers.

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