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Bayou Diversity: We take it for granted
Remember the old song that repeated these words:
“You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone!”
For some reason, those words just keep coming back to me over and over again in regards to all that we enjoy here in our life on the bayou.
Chapter 1 – The Move
My olfactory nerves were on overload as the smell of boiled eggs emanated from the rich, brown soup that swirled around the canoe. It’s not a smell altogether offensive, not reeking solely of death and decomposition, but a dark earthy scent exuding both life and death. Some folks would say the water is just stagnant;…
Merry Christmas
It’s almost midnight on Christmas Eve. The flurry of preparations has come to a halt (for now) and almost nothing is stirring. I’ve been so busy that I’ve not had the chance to make a special holiday post. Here in bayou country, we do things a little differently. Santa rides a boat, and the boat…
What is LOWA, anyway?
Maybe I should give you a little background information on the Louisiana Outdoor Writers Association before I post the third in the series about our 70th annual conference. LOWA is the official professional organization for outdoor journalists in our state and the keeper of the official state Fish Records. Arthur Van Pelt may have been a…
La. Outdoor Writers Association – 70th Annual Conference – The Fishing Trip
The 70th Annual LOWA conference was held this past weekend in Morgan City, LA, a stop along the Cajun Coast. I arrived Thursday afternoon and checked into the hotel after riding around to a couple of familiar places, like the Adele Swamp, which I had stumbled upon during my birthday jaunt in 2014 where the blue heron…
October Wetland Photography Tours
It was a busy week for the tour business. Dede Lusk, a professional photographer and photo workshop teacher, contacted me about taking out groups of women photographers with varied interests in photographing landscapes, skies, wildlife, birds, and anything of beauty and interest. Well, y’all know I love photography, and a chance to meet eight or…
Eagle
Well, we know it ain’t a gator nest. (tee hee)
It is an eagle or hawks nest. Something new I’ve learned – out west where there are no trees (desert), the ravens build their nests on the top of utility poles. Their nest look surprisingly like a large hawk’s nest.
I need an email from you!!!
HeatherHere wants to know if it’s a contest.
I knew someone would wonder if this was a contest!! No, it’s not a precursor to a contest!
Its a Harpy nest.
What Greek myth are you from?
That there is an eagles nest atop of a cypress tree. Is there any current residents, perhaps knitting any tiny eagle booties? emmm…do eagle chicks wear booties? questions have to be asked…..lol
Deb
Yep, there the little woman was, sitting on her nest, knitting a tiny eagle bootie, while the daddy was out hunting!
Is that anything like socks on a rooster?