“What’s for dinner, Lynne?”
“You know I don’t like spaghetti.”
“Maybe your neighbors will have something better.”
Meet “Harry.” He shows up at least once a week and struts around the veranda.
If I have the glass doors open, he walks right in. Once he tiptoed into the kitchen and stood there watching me. I didn’t have a camera in hand to record the moment, but it was quite startling and humorous at the same time. He seemed totally unfazed by being in the house. Another time he ventured in, he didn’t know that young grandchildren were present or he would never have attempted such an intrusion. He was glad to leave. Just too much human chaos for a bird.
This snowy egret landed on the boat as we were coming in and seeing that the live well lid was up, he helped himself to bait shrimp.
The only time we feed the pelicans and wading birds (egrets, herons, and wood storks) is when we get back from fishing. These opportunists just wait to feast on the scraps from Ron cleaning the day’s catch, and not always patiently.
Alright guys. Time to play fair in the sandbox.