I finally noticed it…. well actually my daughter pointed it out to me… “Mom,” she observed, “Every time you go anywhere, a majority of your pictures are of birds. Are you a bird nerd?”
“Really?” Surely not…. but as I looked through my pictures, I realized.. she was right.
So, I invested in a good camera and pair of binoculars and embraced my nerdiness. When I took this picture it was Christmas break in Florida. The sun was setting and it was my last chance to spy the elusive and rare roseate spoonbill. We were leaving the next day. I convinced Steve to go back to that spot where others had seen them in the past…. just one more time.
We went… we waited… we were getting bitten up by mosquitoes and my camera battery was almost dead…. but… we waited.. just one more minute… and…. alas..
We were rewarded with not only one, or two… but at least 8 spoonbills that flew so gracefully, like large white and pink spy planes, into this cove that was shallow and devoid of alligators. We both froze entranced in that moment, trying to blend into the wooded area so as not to intrude on their dinner. There was an endangered wood stork and also a surprise bird that I had no idea was even in the picture until I looked at it later.
Some may think it’s weird, but it made my heart sing and even the bug bites that showed up the next day couldn’t dampen that joy.