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.
because I’m beautiful because I love to fish! Sometimes, people ask me to take their boats for a spin for them when they’ve been sitting up too long. Such was the case last Thursday, and what a gorgeous day it was to make a late afternoon trip to my favorite lake. My secret spots were…
Before I started this blog in 2007 and long before anyone really ever heard of the Bayou Woman, I spent a lot of time out on the water exploring, sight seeing, photographing, and fishing. My youngest son, appropriately nicknamed Termite the Tenacious, often kept me company; sometimes willingly, but most times he had no choice. He became…
Jaune is gone. That’s all I know. When we came home from baseball practice last night, there was no sign of her. I am sad, because she and I had bonded Monday evening while I was bird watching. Everything happens for a reason, though.
The Sunday after the Bayou Lafourche Paddle Trip found me on Bayou Petite Caillou, two bayous east of my own Bayou Dularge, for the annual Folk Art Festival at the Chauvin Sculpture Garden. The eccentric sculpture of Kenny Hill greets the guests at the entrance gate. There is an interesting story surrounding this mysterious man…
Many of you newer readers have no clue how this blog about Life in the Louisiana Wetlands came to be or why anyone would even care to write or read about such things. As you read the story of how I came from north Louisiana to south Louisiana and ended up staying, it is impossible to separate my story from the wetlands that drew me and held me.
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;…
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.