Shadow Dance — 39 Comments

  1. You outdid yourself on these! I love the photos and the videos. Sort of makes me wish I was a kid again when we would go camping at Cypress Creek. It wasn’t a true swamp but, the closest we could get to it.

    • I DID???? Can you see the raindrops on the water where the heron is dancing? The rain interfered with the focus somehow, and I didn’t realize it was happening (and I was so excited about what I was witnessing) until I got home and downloaded the photos. I was disappointed in them but still excited about what I got to see. Cypress Creek sounds like a picturesque place, Cammy! Bringing back old memories . . . . .

      • Ahoy Blu, me ol’ son! Wishing ye fair winds, following seas & full tankards…keep ye powder dry and yer face to the wind!

    • Thank you, Bill, and I DID have a wonderful birthday. I guess I’m really such a bird nerd that I needed nothing else to make that day memorable. It’s too bad I didn’t take video of the bird, but I was fortunate to get the photos I managed to get, as it were!

  2. Did you see any Hummers near the Trumpet flowers? I’m excited about seeing the number of Hummers at my feeders. I really enjoyed watching the videos. Why is it we will travel to see something of interest, but ignore what’s in our backyard? BTW, daylight hours would be fine with me in the swamp. I wouldn’t want to be out there at night. Too many skeeters for me.

    • This was in July, so maybe it was a little early for hummers. At home so far this month, I’ve only had maybe 3 or 4 at a time, and they chase each other off even though I put out 4 feeders so they wouldn’t fight. I envy those who have dozens buzzing around their feeders. I hope to see that one day.

  3. Wendy, I met you when I visited Jackie at her bayou home.I am just fascinated with the swamp world. You visited at her home and I enjoyed meeting you. What a beautiful world in which you live!! Hope to see you again on another visit.

    • Yes, Martha, I remember our visits. Did we get to take a wetland tour or not? Seems like I recall some talk about it but I don’t think it ever worked out. Maybe one day in the near future it will work out! Thanks for stopping by!

  4. I loved it! I have seen a Louisiana heron before, I have seen the dance, scaring up his supper. But I never thought of it as special, but since I can’t remember seeing it in a long long time, it must be reserved for the lucky few or the pure of heart and maybe I have changed categories…. LOL

    That was beautiful. A beautiful way to enjoy a birthday. Seriously, I appreceiate you sharing with us.

    These are always my favorite posts when I can remember being a young man and the beautiful things that are taken for granted at that young age. Thank you for allowing me to see the beauty without the deer flies.

    • Ha ha! Seeing the beauty without the deer flies. That’s a good one. This particular bird actually did a sweeping motion with its feet and legs, as seen in one photo, as though it were stirring the water a little bit, maybe stirring up the bait. You can see how very shallow that water is, though, because it barely comes up to her ankle, do birds have ankles? 🙂 It really was a fascinating dance, Goldie. Good having you here again!

      • I am never gone, just sometimes less active than other. I always check you posts and the comments. As you know real life has been pulling at my shirt tail lately.

        It will get better. I just remember the Father, Son, and the Sparrow.

  5. ZOMG!!!! Is that muscadines on the Bayou Woman banner?

    I have put up about 25 jars this year so far, but none are native and they taste a lot different! The native taste highly superior, they have that plum twang to them!

      • They came from one of the neighbors. A few years back he bought roots thru some seed catalog and planted them across the back of his yard on hog wire, so its similar to a muscadine fence trellis. He has two varities, one is red and supposed to taste like the native muscadines, but not quite.

        The other is a platinium color berry, slightly smaller and has a more delicate taste, and a LOT more pulp.

        I got up about a dozen jars of each. But the platinium berries need about twice the juice for the same amount of jelly and take about a half dozen strainings thru the cheese cloth and they still had pulp in them.

        They are not clear like I most apprceiate, but they are jelly. The red is a bit tart like native, and the platinium is a lightly sweet cloudly jelly.

        • My sons fence line is about 200 yds long and it is solid vines of muscadine and I have never seen a year without it being loaded in the 20 years they have lived there. And I have never made a single jar of jelly from it. They let the birds have them and then the birds give them their thanks by making their cars polka dotted.

          • OH NO, Goldie and I are shaking our heads over this! Man, now I have to go see you in Sept. to pick grapes!!!! July for figs!! What ELSE do you have over there that I need?

          • Thank ye for posting that – a fine reminder for all.
            As the folks who created it might say, σας ευχαριστώ (pron. sas ef-kar-isto = thank ye).

          • Actually, the figs are still going strong here. Or at least they are next door. My neighbor has a large Turk Fig tree in front of her house, right next to the sidewalk. You can imagine how many get left on the street side!:)

  6. You never cease to amaze me. Your expressions shown in your writing made me feel like I was sitting in the truck with you. Belated Happy Birthday my friend.

    • Well, where’s my present? I mean, better late than never, right? I didn’t know if you were still reading the blog or not. I thought you might have commented on a previous post when I said I went to Little Rock to see a classmate. Heck, I thought that might have prompted a phone call even! How’s the bass fishing? Too hot?

  7. I really enjoyed the Swamp Tour and that beautiful Shadow Dance. Happy Birthday and so glad you got to do exactly what you love doing!!!! I will now call you Swamp Bayou Woman 🙂

    • I’ll be your swamp woman, Etta!!! Life’s just too short, but sometimes commitment to family keeps us homebound when our spirits want to soar. I just had a fortunate day where i had a sitter, and I could take off and go where the road took me! Are you ready for a road trip yet?

  8. blu scored some muscadine jelly from the Amish at a local farm store. Ok now tell me where the Amish grow muscadines. I hope Mark got some planted in the back acres.

    Got get moving slept all day yesterday and feel like a zombie today.

  9. I’ve watched the videos about six times, and sighed over the photos even more. Happy birthday to you, indeed! I’m the same kind of traveler. I always figure we may see some great things if we set out to see them, but if we just set out, we’ll see everything we would have missed while we were focused on our goal.

    The birds are wonderful. One of my friends called me last night, completely undone. There was a HUGE bird in her birdbath, she said. Turns out it was a yellow crowned night heron. She’s got a lot of trees and a ditch, so even though it was mid-Houston, it seemed to be pretty happy. But not as happy as your birds, I’ll bet.

    Were you as far north as Pierre Part when you found that special place? Or farther south? I’ve driven the whole length of 182, but it was raining so hard for most of the trip I couldn’t see ten feet in front of me, so I missed a good bit. And I’ve been on the stretch from Pierre Part down to Morgan City. Methinks another drive is in order.

    Thanks so much for going to the trouble to post all this for us. It’s all just marvelous – and enticing!

    • Night heron in a Houston birdbath – sounds like another children’s book to me! They make an awful squawking sound, you know! That alone is frightening! The pocket swamp spot is above 182, off of 70, but to the south of Pierre Part. I’m impressed with your knowledge and memory of the backroads! If I had to find the spot again, and the For Sale sign was gone, it might take a little doing, but I could find it! I do recall a street name, so that should help! The Mandalay Nature Trail was on 182, just outside Houma and not much of a drive at all. We’ll go next time you come down. I still haven’t made my way to the swamp tours in the west, like Hendersonville. I wish I had time to do them all and spend some time hanging around for the music and local stuff. You are most welcome, my friend!

  10. I love swamps, too. Dad used to take me out to Sparkleberrry Swamp in his jonboat sometimes when I’d be up for a visit.

    Thank you for sharing the experience and for telling us about the Lousiana Heron and it’s birthday gift of the Shadow Dance. What a wonderful thing to have happen.

    As Frost said in his poem, The Road Not Taken:

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

    • Wonderful words from Frost! Thanks for sending along. Sparkleberry Swamp sounds like a magical mystical place! Great hearing from you, Gue`!

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