The Others

There were just a few other water birds that I found in Mexico which caught my eye but were barely caught by my camera lens.  I was being a good photographer this time in spending more time enjoying and looking at where I was instead of trying to set up shots for the camera!

The frigate bird of poetry and literature.

Bucket List Part 2 Boobys

Back to our boating day...we started to circle one of the islands as the guide explained more about the various birds that were sheltered here.

My first site of my rare bird was waiting on the top edge of the island and silhouetted against the blue sky.  I immediately was a snap happy camper.

We drew in closer and they watched us carefully as our boat avoided crashing against the rocks.  They seemed to be puffing out their chests and looking condescendingly down on another boatload of gawking overweight tourists.

If you look closer and click on the photos below you can see the blue feet of my bucket bird, the rare blue-footed booby.  Below, one has just taken flight.  Be sure to click on the photos for a larger view. They are mixed in with the red billed seagull who is impressive in his own coloring style.  The blue footed booby males lift and plant their blue feet as part of a stylized mating dance which can be seen at the dance link. Since the female only mates with the bluest-footed dude she can find, each new booby generation is assured of having bright blue feet.  They got the “booby” moniker from Spanish explorers, who called them bobos, which means “dummies.” The birds were not afraid of humans and showed no fear. The explorers thought that was unintelligent behavior, because it made the birds an easy catch for dinner.  According to Wiki  "The blue color of the webbed feet in Blue-footed Boobies comes from carotenoid pigments obtained from the diet. The pigments are antioxidants and stimulants for the immune system, so there is a trade-off between immune function and signaling, since any incorporation of the pigments into the feet is a direct detraction from those that could be used for immunity and detoxification."  The color blue must come from blue algae I am guessing.  Scientists have done some experiments with hiding foot color in males and females after mate selection and found some interesting change in both egg size produced and care of young.

SIGH!!

Bucket List Part 1

Some days the gods are in a good mood and their bacchanal of the night before has not left them fogged and stubborn.  Instead they bring forth a day that is fresh faced and friendly.  This is a special reward when you are on vacation and the days are numbered.

We left early (well actually not so early) one morning on a tour boat out of Puerto Vallarta and even ignored the haze that was a permanent part of the view against the striking mountains and even more evident from the ocean side of the world.  Today was a day of adventure.  We were going to the Marietas Islands of Jacques Cousteau fame. He had visited it once...a long time ago... and the islands are perhaps now not so special because of the thousands of tourists that visit every year and the hundreds that 'ooo' and 'aww' over it every day.  The Mexicans still carefully protect this bird sanctuary from the mass loving that could destroy it.  The name Marietas came from a tale of a lost maiden, Marieta, who had been found on the rocks.

It was a good 45-minute ride over calm seas before we could begin to see the harsh chalky shapes in the distance as the islands are 20 miles from the city.  The three islands are small and sit at the mouth of Banderas Bay which is the largest bay in Mexico.  

This trip is not worthwhile if you are looking for something soft and lovely and quiet.  The waters were murky and while we saw fish we saw more than our share of green gunk, the ocean was cold, and there were more people than animals! (I have carefully avoided that impression with my photos.)  They market a "mysterious hidden beach" to tourists which is actually small and disappointing.  I was nostalgic for a pre-tourist Mexico that hubby and I might have explored years ago on a private sail boat, but that Mexico was history as were the pirates that had frequented the Tres Marietas so many years ago.  Still I had come with a different agenda and took this boat trip to see a bird that was on my bucket list.

The "fragrance" of birds became stronger as we got closer to the sanctuary.  Fortunately. the surge of waves was manageable for both boat and swimmer.

Caves large and small revealed how the ocean was slowly wearing away at these rocks formed so long ago by volcanic activity.  Most of the caves have been caused by bombing and explosives years ago before an international outcry made the islands protected.   While we were able to swim to the beach we were not allowed on any other part of the island.  The Mexican guides were very knowledgeable  and careful  in protecting both tourists and the islands.

As we got closer to the lee side and you can see the birds dotting the rock outcroppings.  The next post is on my "bucket bird."

A Whale of a Story

I must admit that I have had prior opportunities to view whales and passed because I easily get sea-sick and Dramamine makes me very sleepy.  I threw caution to the wind on this trip and took the big D, did NOT get sleepy, and did NOT get seasick.  

We saw humpbacks...the ones that blow bubbles under the herring to make them rise to the surface in a tiny group and then the whales can have dinner!  They also sing lovely haunting songs...which as I am sure you have read is probably the basis of the mythology behind sex-starved sailors and mermaid songs.  Quick stats so that you can appreciate my poor photos where I decided not to bring a telephoto on the boat...big regret, although there was really no safe place to store my camera bag once we went snorkeling, safe from the elements was my concern not theft.  They can be up to 50 feet in length, weigh 50 tons, filter small plankton along with small fishes such as herring, they are usually near the ocean surface and thus the easiest to photograph.

Before you scroll below, let me tell you of an adventure my husband had while SCUBA diving doing graduate work in Hawaii.  He was counting organism settlement on the underside of large concrete pipes that had been placed as a substrate for an artificial reef in about 40-50 feet of water.  While down there he heard the most awful sound...like a giant barn door squeaking open and closed...and the reverberation within the pipe made it more terrifying in sound.  He stopped his counting, stopped his breathing in the regulator, and peaked out the mouth of the large pipe.  There just a few yards away was a whale just singing along as if hubby was no where near.  I think my wet suit would have needed careful cleaning if that had happened to me.

Photos below are not good (I know I say that and you get upset...but REALLY they are not great) but pretend you are sitting on the bow deck and taking photos.  Photo number four with the city in the background is of a mom and her calf and the mist of a spray.

Help Yourself!

Snipe, curlew, dowitcher...this is one of the sandpipers, but I am not expert enough to clarify.  I had fun watching him along the Pacific beach in Mexico.  He would probe with his long bill until several inches below the sand he would find something to eat.

I am not sure what he has here since it looks just like a fish scale or piece of crustacean shell, but he must think it is worth something  until...

...this paddle-tailed crackle comes along dressed smartly in his black tuxedo and snatches it right out of his mouth.  The sandpiper looks forlorn but does not seem willing to argue.  I think this kind of dance goes on for some time until the grackle feels well-feed and the sandpiper can fish for himself again!

"More than his belican."

There are eight living species of this odd gangley bird. Half of the species nest on the ground and the other half nest in trees. They have been around for 30 million years. I think these below are brown pelicans. They can soar up to 10,000 feet (with up to a 6.5 foot wing span) and usually fly in colonies. Like many water birds when you see them moving their bills over their backsides they are preening to release oil from glands to improve waterproofing of their feathers. They are monogamous and can live up to 25 years in the wild, longer in captivity. They eat mostly fish but have been seen eating other birds, reptiles. crustaceans and even small dogs. (Hide that chihuahua!) In mythology the pelican could be found on funeral walls to ward off snakes and provide a safe passage to the underworld for the dead. My photos are not great...shooting into the sun...but I did not have a say in where I was moving!  You may ask if I could smell it in the last photo and I must admit...yes.

Hot But Not Bothered

This evening's departure was like a flamboyant lover who discards fragrant silk scarves across the room as compelling reminders of her ability to continue to seduce on her way out the door.  She smiles and winks and shakes her head as if we were the naughty ones.  She pulls on her salmon colored slippers and adjusts her purple turban while licking her soft lips one last time before her whisper of goodbye.

Fog may come on cat feet, but the end of the day comes with a moist hot breath and orgasmic sigh.  I will be following this sun to its southern domain in the week ahead and not posting. Perhaps I can come back with intimate warm photographs if I catch her home. (Click on the photos if you want to feel my breath on your neck.)

Grayed Out

The world is in between today

Neither dark nor light

Resting easy in grayness

Soft and smooth 

As an ancient pearl.

There is dotted mist

hiding the distant horizon.

Or is it haze?

It is certainly not fog.

The gulls are in

collateral colors

and play in the mud

hinting at collateral damage.

Except for one who stands aloof

Without companion

Still as a stone

Perhaps lost in opaque thoughts.

Once They Were Sentinels in the Coal Mines

 

 My husband said I should have titled this blog "The Harbingers."  These noisy and aggressive birds are found pretty much anywhere across the U.S. They are a blackbird, Quiscalus quiscula, and some find them a real bother at the feeders. My husband had a neighbor when he was growing up in Florida who used to take a spoon and pan and bang on it to drive the grackles from the trees in her yard. I question who was the noisier and more disturbing even though their song is somewhat harsh and squeaky.  You might mistake them for a crow, but they are not nearly as large or full in body shape.  I cannot honestly tell you if mine are the boat-tail ones, but they may be.  But spring is the time of the year when they show up in the dozens.

According to Cornell:  "You might see a Common Grackle hunched over on the ground, wings spread, letting ants crawl over its body and feathers. This is called anting, and grackles are frequent practitioners among the many bird species that do it. The ants secrete formic acid, the chemical in their stings, and this may rid the bird of parasites. In addition to ants, grackles have been seen using walnut juice, lemons and limes, marigold blossoms, chokecherries, and mothballs in a similar fashion."

Most people fail to see how beautiful these birds are unless seen in the correct light.

This above was taken through my window, because, like crows, they are very wary of man and farmers find them terrible pests in the corn fields.  Some are documented to live over 20 years...so I am sure they remember their enemies.

Their beady yellow eyes are off-putting and they do not take any argument from other birds.  My daughter said they have the color of gasoline.  Actually they do!

With Love From Brazil

While I was away this weekend I visited some Brazilian travelers.  They spoke excellent English, though, and we enjoyed each other very much, although they asked that I refrain from taking their picture with a flash!  They did say I could veil them in whatever filter motivated me.  They smelled very nice on this freezing winter day.

Where Have All the Oysters Gone

Watching a sunset at the boardwalk of a nearby town. It was cold but bearable. We were exploring before our Valentine's dinner out at a little French restaurant in a nearby small town.

Above we paused at the end of a country road that wound past low lying farms, some in fields of mud before we came to the end of the road at a boat ramp.  The photo above was taken looking back on the wintry sleep of a marina and restaurant which would be much busier in the summer. The reef in the foreground is composed of oyster shell from a time when oysters were abundant. Now we have less than 5% of what was everywhere.

The Card

The King of Saxony

Thought that I would share this concert for those of you who missed it.

Hopefully the link will work!

And then THIS!

Lingering

If your brain is whirring like a mix master in February and you don't know how to stop, take a breath and look around.  Sometimes you can catch the rainbow in the late rays of the sun.  It lingers longer each day now dragging out the goodbye with its magic fingers.  This will make you pause and smile. (Click on the photo to better see the rainbows.)

Cedar and Salt Water

It happens so slowly that your eye does not capture the change.  You are busy with your breathing and your looking and your talking and your living.  Nature is busy with her meditation on how to deal with the warming water that has crept past her toes and now reaches her ankles.

At first it was just the tides that were larger and broader.  Then came the lingering salt water intrusion closer to the shore where the cedar had grown for almost a decade.

There is a branch here and there hanging on for dear life.  But it is just a matter of time.

And we are always amazed that in death it is still so lovely.

Ghostly Day

The photographic world is full of fun and mystery especially if you have a cold day with nowhere to be and nothing compelling to fill your time. Here I have taken a ghost of history from Gettysburg and placed him on a walking trail in a land trust nearby. Perhaps someone he knew camped here many years ago during a war.  Do you ever walk historic trails and hear the ghosts of heroes of the past moving in the woods? 

(Please click on photos for closer views.)

This photo below was something I quickly took one morning and because it was out of focus and misty I almost threw it away.  Then, today, while I was deleting dozens of garbage shots, I decided to take my photo and make it even more mystical and mysterious and I think I am glad I did not toss it because it gave me a different window on my back yard.