These photos were just sent to me by a friend in Placquemine, LA. His family owns Dupont’s Nursery, and his grandfather is the man who developed the gorgeous Cajun Hibiscus you have seen featured in some of my photographs. His name is Rob, and he did me a huge favor by forwarding these photos to me this morning.

Since I was out of town for a couple days, and then sick in bed upon my return for another day, I was concerned that the owlets might have flown the nest in my absence.

Come, take a closer look. I d a r e you!

Two little Who Dats, dat’s who!

It’s a Sunday morning, a very still, quiet morning–the morning after the New Orleans Saints won a playoff victory while tens of thousands of Who Dat Nationals chanted and cheer them on. They must have chanted well into the night, as indicated by the absence of Who Datters posting on the ever-popular social networking web site, Facebook.

Yesterday morning, the power went out, and I found myself out on the porch, bird watching again. Earlier that morning, I had noticed a drab olive green bird and thought it might be a painted female bunting. After validating that in my trusty Sibley Bird Guide, I went to get my camera out of the truck and noticed this little guy sitting in the back yard, not a care in the world . . .