Yesterday afternoon I finally got to visit our feathered friends at the salt marsh. And walked right into a Holiday gathering! Or more precisely, to the nap sequence of the party. You see, in the avian world napping after a festive meal is allowed, even encouraged. It is totally okay for the guests to doze off for a while. No eyebrows raised.
Even Mama Sandy was nodding off at the nest with a half eaten fish in her talons.
Some of the birds soon woke up, maybe sensing a paparazzo lurking around in the bushes.
Or to listen to the Great Egret’s Christmas address on peace for humanity. He didn’t need any loudspeakers delivering his compassionate message. I guess he was acting for the older Blue Heron, the Mayor, who was absent. Maybe visiting relatives for the Holidays.
Rosa opened one eye to check on me. And Sandy woke up to attend to her fish, and to say hi.
While large families of Wood Storks, egrets, and herons gathered in the west wing of the marsh, the waters of the east wing were reserved for the duckies. The young Muscovy Duck, in his holiday outfit, was mingling with his friends, the Moorhens. And the little Pied-billed Grebe didn’t seem to be bothered by the crowds.
Just when I was leaving to look for Papa Stanley, I discovered the Loggerhead Shrike, the only song bird that also is a raptor, and is commonly known as the “butcher bird”. He was having a party of his own. Struggling with his pray high up in a palm tree.
But that was only the beginning. I left the holiday decorated salt marsh. And was in for a mystery or two of my own.
I walked over to Papa Stanley’s favorite perch. He was not there. But I saw two Osprey’s perched on lamp-posts on the bridge leading to the next barrier island. I decided I needed extra exercise and started walking onto the bridge.
The first Osprey was a young female. She also had a fish. To see her ID, which is the “necklace” on her breast, I had to shoot almost against the sun.
Seeing the almost diamond-shaped markings on her breast, I remembered the only chick Sandy and Stanley had two years ago. I used to call her Diamond, just because of the shape of her markings. Could it be that she had returned to the place of her birth? This beautiful lady wouldn’t tell, but it’s a distinct possibility.
Now, the next Osprey, almost at the top of the long bridge, must be Stanley, right?
Wrong. It was a beautiful, young female. Her eyes were not yet pale yellow, and there were a few white spots at the edge of her wing feathers. Who was she? I asked kindly, but she wouldn’t show me her ID. Just because her position was such that taking a picture of her breast, standing between the railings on the narrow walkway on the bridge, would’ve been right against the gassing sun. I couldn’t see anything through the viewfinder. But she looked at me like she knew me.
Could it be Aspire, the middle chick from the last nesting season? I thought her face reminded me of Aspire’s. A little on the round side. Here are a couple of pictures of Aspire from April and May this year. What do you think?
I can not be sure of the identities of these young ladies, but it’s possible that they are Sandy’s and Stanley’s two daughters who came home for the Holidays. Pondering this mystery, I walked down from the bridge. I spotted many more birds on the bay side, Brown Pelicans, Cormorants, Anhingas, gulls and terns, and the young Blue Heron. Remembering he was sent home from the migration conference earlier in the fall, he had probably decided it was safer to stay away from the gathering at the salt marsh.
Passing Stanley’s resort again, I noticed he’d just returned from a fishing trip. He was eating Red Snapper. Not bad for a holiday meal.
What a walk this was, almost 3 miles in two hours, over 40 birds of 19 different species. Talk about a Holiday gathering. We all wish you all Peace, Joy and Love this Holiday Season.
You can find more gatherings here.
I celebrated the holidays at home until I went away to college. During the college years I used to look for work abroad during the Christmas break together with some of my friends. Maybe an early sign of my quest to learn about other countries and cultures, and definitely good for my wallet and language skills. This of course meant that I no longer spent the holidays at home as we were working throughout the period. Those Christmases were somewhat lonely and very simple, illustrated by one of my “trees” from that time, a pine branch in a champagne bottle.
In Zambia, our son could also enjoy Santa, who came to say hi all the way from Scandinavia wearing a T-shirt, long johns and sunglasses. That year we also had family visiting us from home for the holidays and we celebrated a memorable New Year at 
Another memorable holiday was just before we came to the US. I had been offered a job in Botswana and our family was invited to spend the holidays in Gaborone. That Christmas we stayed in a nice guest house in a completely new city. We hung up some colorful lights and I found most of the ingredients for our traditional Christmas dishes (another post to follow). In walking around in the city we spotted a Christmas tree decorated with empty soda and beer cans! We also stumbled on a Christmas display with a snowman and all in the 90/35 degree heat! He looked a bit tired…
Then, in 1994, we settled in the US and have usually celebrated the holidays at home. The most memorable celebration was a few years ago when our son got married just before Christmas and we had a lot of family from Scandinavia and new in-laws joining us for the holidays. I prepared all our traditional Christmas dishes and we ate in shifts of 12! That was a memorable holiday with so much of the family gathered in our house. That year we decorated a huge Christmas tree in Scandinavian style in our dining room.
