Oh, honey, you might never eat a boiled crab again after you sample these finger-licking-good delicacies that come from the brackish waters down the bayou. (Of course, any blue crab will work just as well.)
Name the Bird Contest WINNER!
This is an appeal to all the faithful Bayou Woman readers, and even those lurkers who are always here behind the scenes but never step out into the light of the commenting world: Please tell us what kind of bird this is! My birding expert, using the internet, has now made a positive ID of…
The Great Flood of 2016
With the sun shining for the second day in a row down in south Louisiana Friday, I loaded up my Cajun Reeboks, camera, spare clothes, and water and headed toward Baton Rouge. My intention was to go help Janet, a real mover and shaker from Denham Springs, LA. She had gotten involved with a shelter at a local…
BP? Big Profit – Big Pain
Right now, I’m not sure what BP stands for other than Big Profits. I could think of a few not-so-nice names that my newest readers might not appreciate, but I will restrain myself.
Coon antics – Part 2
Chaoui is a teencoon now and doesn’t think it’s cool to spend a lot of time with Mommy and the family. She is spending more and more time exploring the great outdoors—even staying out all night at times. She has broken curfew and just refuses to accept being “grounded”!!! Here are the rare indoor photos…
New Orleans Book Fest!
BW goes to the New Orleans Book Fest at the Audubon Zoo
Creepy! But, it’s a good photo.
Food Chain. Momma Nature’s sacred circle of life.
I luv the coming autumn season when spider webs dripping jewels of dew sparkles in the early morning sun.
So the banana spiders are out already? Must be time for fall!
Yes, Kim, isn’t it amazing? One morning this week I walked outside to the absence of humidity and the sky had a green aura like after a hurricane. I sensed the earth had tilted slightly; and now sunrise is after 6 a.m., not before.
Ooooh, I know they are necessary in the great scheme of things – but I HATE spiders! My sympathies are all with the locust. They have such a short life anyway, seems terrible to shorten it further!
I look forward to the first song of the cicada high in the live oak trees signaling the onslaught of summer; and then before you know it, the banana spider webs extend between the branches of the same oak trees, trapping the beautiful cicadas for food.
Noisy little buggers !!
One of my lovely memories of my indoor Siamese centers around a locust. She was sitting on the second floor balcony (which fronted a small, tree-lined creek) outside the kitchen, when she suddenly darted back in. You could almost hear her saying, “See, Momma, I told you I could catch a bird!” A locust had literally flown head first into her mouth and its wings were flapping on each side of her jaws. She was so upset with me when I took it away and released it!
Great story, Joan!