What you lookin' at, fool?

You lookin’ at me? Well, then, take a picture. It’ll last longer!

Better like this?

Or better like this?

Okay, enough posing. I’m outta here.

You lookin’ at me? Well, then, take a picture. It’ll last longer!

Better like this?

Or better like this?

Okay, enough posing. I’m outta here.
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…
I’d like to tell you a story that has nothing to do with fifteen minutes of fame. Oh no, it’s much larger and more meaningful than that. It begins with my baptism. Daddy was a member of First Presbyterian Church of Bossier City, LA. His maternal grandmother was a charter member of that same church,…
In the spring of 2010, my email box was inundated with writers looking for the softer side of the story of the Deepwater Horizon explosion and following oil spill disaster. These seekers of a different angle flocked to my bayou to interview my shrimping neighbors. As a wetland advocate, I wondered how I could use this man-made disaster as a platform to further the cause of education and awareness.
It became clear to me early on that most of the journalists who arrived at my door really had no clue about our culture and way of life. So, if they wanted a story about how the oil spill had impacted us, then they must humor me and allow me to educate them about this vanishing ecosystem and its people.
What these well-meaning journalists needed first was a foundational perspective from the standpoint of a population of coastal communities who were suffering yet one more blow to their way of life. As a woman who lives, works, and fishes here, I could give them that perspective, which was simply this:
This oil spill was not an isolated disaster for the people of coastal Louisiana. It was like being kicked when we were already down. And here’s why.
July. The month when you really know that summer is here. July. The month we celebrate our country’s independence. July. The month the marks summer vacation being half over.
La Toussaint, along with Le Jour des Morte, or All Souls Day, are not traditions with which I was familiar when I moved to bayou country back in 1978. Even now, because I’m not Catholic, I had to ask my Catholic friends questions about their origin and meaning.
Let’s pick two contest winners!
What song was he/she dancing to?? Too funny!
The “chicken song” Katy Bug! I need you to write me!!!
I wish my thighs looked like that!
Green heron or Night heron. I feel the need to du de Du soon.
Lean on Darth for me…..
Blu, maybe you just need to offer Timothy James (Darth) to pay for the whole trip and then he can come? He told me he was too broke to come down! But I did lean on him!
Is that a mature bird? Hard to tell his size. His colors are soooooooooo beautiful. I think the males of all the bird species are always “purtier” than the females.
Steffi: our male species are the ones generally blessed with the long, dark eyelashes, great skin and better cheek bones. Us females? We have Maybelline! Just my thoughts.
Of course, I love all the herons, but I especially love these. It is a green heron, and they are much smaller than all the other herons. So yes, I would say it is no longer a juvenile. He is a newcomer to the place where I photographed him. Typically they are more shy than the other herons, flitting from bush to shore to eat and not hanging out in the open for too long at a time. But this one was a captive subject! Pretty much had him cornered!
Green herons are beautiful! We saw quite a few of them in FL.
If he’s a Green Heron, why is he blue? Is it because he’s lonely? LOL
I think the photo color is a little off from reality because he was more dark green than blue. I should have adjusted the color, I guess.
Tried that with all the yankees, no bites. Harder to lasso than dolphin on porpoise. That’s gonna leave a mark…..ouch.
Them birds hide in the shore reeds and cat tail here. Had one over in Indiana that liked my old gray plastic boat couldn’t hang on to gunwales though. Tried three aborted landing… Usually they flush out right at your head then back in the reeds.
Mute swans however will kill you coming out of the reeds. Different story….
Blu, are you speaking in code again? None of the yanks want a paid trip down to bayou country? Maybe you should check your mouthwash and deodorant! LOL!!!
Kids, jobs, and women are main issues. Legal and stuff are others.
Saw a green heron at E tonight. I took it as a sign the bluegill were gonna hit and they did.