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.
So, LilSis had this great idea of offering you a discount you could use to purchase anything you want over at Community Coffee online. And the folks at Community think its a GREAT idea! With gift-giving time just around the corner, how about giving a gift that says “Louisiana” from start to finish? What about…
Among the migratory birds we saw and/or heard were the following birds:
white eyed vireo, painted and indigo bunting, rose-breasted gross beak, swamp sparrow, tree swallow, swamp canary, parula, barred owls, grackles, blue jays, cardinals, starlings, great and little blue heron, green and Louisiana heron, great and snowy egret, white and glossy ibis, black and turkey vulture, black crowned night heron, roseate spoonbill, cormorant, osprey, barn swallow, red bellied and pyleated woodpecker, eastern king bird, cat bird, Kentucky warbler (my first), kingfisher, Carolina chickadee, Carolina wren, laughing gull, ring-billed gull, black-neck stilts, common moorhen, purple martin, crow, red-winged black bird, morning dove
If piles of bright orange boiled crawfish aren’t indication enough of the arrival of spring down the bayou, then just open up your eyes and take a look around. The signs are everywhere.
The words of the old song, “She’s gone, gone, gone, and I can’t go on . . .whoaohoh” keep running through my mind. My coon-raising friend said she would hear and heed the call of the wild by November. He was right. I miss her kid glove hands, her ultra-soft underbelly, the myriad squeaks and…
Seeing is believing, so they say. First, I saw with my own eyes, and now you get to see through the lens of my camera. I live in the most marvelous wonderland called coastal Louisiana. These images all come from the marsh near my home, taken yesterday between 6 a.m. and 3 p.m. on private…
But if you try sometime, you just might find you get what you need. Oh that these lyrics from a popular Rolling Stones song could become the mantra behind the commercial and recreational fishermen who share the inland and coastal waters of south Louisiana, the fate of which will soon be decided in the House vote for the 2012 State Master Plan for Coastal Restoration and Protection.
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.