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Happy Father’s Day, Papa Stanley!

This great dad celebrated this Father’s Day close to his little family on the bay side. After the day’s fishing trips, Stanley perched at the sailing center just before sunset. Like on so many evenings these past two weeks.

papa osprey watches Arlene ud131That is an excellent location to keep an eye on his daughter, Arlene, who seems to have a long-term rental on Marriott’s roof nearby. She was sleeping there with full crop while drying her wings. All was good in Papa Stanley’s world. One chick had survived and now, exactly three weeks after fledging, she was a thriving young Osprey. That was the best gift he could get.

arlene sleeps at sunset ud131_edited-1Mama Sandy kept an eye on their chick from the other side of the same roof. She likes to perch on the antenna, a high vantage point allowing straight line of sight to Arlene’s comings and goings. And a welcome nap after a hot day.

mama osprey on the roof ud131_edited-1From their respective vantage points, the Osprey family could see the nest and the salt marsh colored by the setting sun. If they looked carefully, they will have noticed that the Mayor and little Miss Rosanna have stricken a new friendship.

Great blue heron and roseate spoonbill at sunset ud131

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great blue heron B ud131_edited-1And on this evening they were able to observe the lively bird life on the bay too, like the Snowy Egret patrolling the seawall in her yellow shoes…

snowy egret at the seawall ud131…and the Little Blue Heron foraging nearby utilizing the low tide.

little blue heron at sunset ud131And of course they saw the sun about to dive into the Gulf on the other side of the salt marsh.

todays sunset ud131_edited-1After this beautiful day, Papa Stanley is likely retire to his secret spot in the park. And maybe he’ll stop for a while close to his favorite roosting branch and reflect on his day.

papa osprey after sunset ud131Happy Father’s Day to all other fathers too!

A Journey into the First Night. On My Terrace.

The last day of the year was coming to an end. Fleeting rays of the setting sun performed their last dance around the tree tops. Dusk started to settle over the salt marsh. And most birds were tucked away in their sleeping quarters.

salt marsh at night fallThe ‘blue hour’ came. Fully booked dinner cruise boats floated from the bay onto the ocean. But at the darkened northwest corner of the park now closed, activity continued all evening long. Until the last hour of the last day of 2015.

clearwater pass and the sand key park at blue hourAs the midnight hour approached, the moon slept on its big tummy on a misty bed over the bay. The Christmas tree at the local hospital on the opposite shore was brightly lit.  Lights were still shining from many windows. For some fellow passengers on this earthly journey, the first night would be greeted in a hospital bed.

And then the ball finally dropped in front of the crowds in the big city. The skies were set alight. Followed by loud kabooms reverberating over the salt marsh.

first night fireworks Star showers fell towards the ocean and the beach. Shapes in bright colors filled the sky.

first night fireworks fireworks And if the salt marsh residents had not covered their eyes and ears with their wings, they did see  a bird looking right down on them from the skies. A symbol of something we all need. Peace.

new year fireworks 2016The Night Herons and Barn Owls were certainly not the only birds awakened by people’s celebration at this first hour of the first night. But luckily it soon became quiet. The moon wiggled out of its misty bed and shone brightly to light up the first night. Once again, a new year was born.

half moonMay 2016 bring us peace and contentment.

Picture This

I’m enjoying Mother’s Day weekend 2005 on mid-Atlantic coast with my hubby and our guests from Europe. We are having lunch in an outdoor restaurant. Sipping drinks. Live music. Sun is shining. Relaxed. Happy.

My cellphone rings. I don’t pick up. Our food arrives. Hubby’s cellphone rings. He doesn’t pick up. My cellphone rings again. I take out phone from my bag.  Adt…ADT! I open the flip.

This is ADT. Who am I talking to? What is your code?

I ramble my name and the code. Get it all correct.

We have an alarm event at you residence in Washigton D.C. Burglar alarm. Someone has entered the front door at 1:21:52 p.m.

Oh no! Nobody is at home. We are at the beach since yesterday afternoon!

We are sending the police right away. They should be there in a few minutes.

Thank you! Please keep me in the loop on what’s happening.

We will call you back once the police is there.

And I hang up. Shaking.  Angry. Not hungry.  I see our house being burglarized.

my house up north

Then I see the red voice mail dot. I press to listen.

Alarm sound…Hi mom...more alarm sound…I drove up to surprise you for Mother’s Day….more alarm noise…I’ve forgotten the new code to disarm.…horrible alarm noise…Where are you guys? Call me!

I start to laugh. Hysterical. Relieved.

ADT calls again. Police on the way now. I tell them intruder is beloved son. In college in Florida. Finishing finals. Not supposed to come home until the following week. Forgot the new code.

I call son. Horrible noise. I shout the code. I shout again. Much louder. The guests around us stare. I shout even louder.  They all learn the code. 1226. Son presses buttons. Finally silence. And the police. I down all my wine.

Son doesn’t go to jail. The next day I have a wonderful Mother’s Day. Son lifts me up in the air. Bear hugs. I love bear hugs. The whole family together. Very happy.

Later I change the code. I pay the bill. False alarm. 15 dollars. It was worth it!

Happy Mother’s Day to all moms out there! May your day be wonderful!

Love always, Tiny