And of course, other things have kept me from posting regularly. The pelican was treated and released just a few days after its rescue. All is well.
So last night I decided to go to one of my favorite places, the North Jetty in Nokomis, to see if the ‘green flash’ would appear at sunset. Conditions were perfect…low humidity, blue sky, no clouds in sight. Packed up a thermos of coffee and off I go.
When I arrive however, a crowd has gathered in the parking lot and a fire truck is on the scene. My first thought was someone became ill or was injured, but it quickly became apparent that something else was going on. Everyone was looking up, at the top of a tall pine.
And there it was…a pelican, hanging upside-down by it’s foot (or feet, hard to tell), flapping it’s wings in an effort to free itself. No doubt the pelican was dragging fishing line or netting, which became entangled when the bird went to roost. It was a pitiful sight and looked pretty impossible…but the Nokomis Fire Dept. was on it. It was a difficult rescue, as the bird was at the top of the tree. It took the firemen several attempts to correctly position the truck and ladder..complicated by the fact that the truck with the bigger ladder was at the scene of a structure fire, so this shorter ladder would have to do.
After sunset (which I never did see, as the gulf is behind all the focus on the rescue) the firemen were successful in getting the ladder as close as possible…which still left about a 10 foot gap between the top rung and the bird. In the dark, one of the firemen climbed the ladder with a long hooked pole. It took him several minutes to grab the branches and pull the exhausted pelican to him. Of course, the pelican rewarded him by trying to bite, but the fireman was undaunted. He finally got a grip on the bird and brought him down, to the cheers and applause of the crowd.
Once on the ground, it quickly became apparent that none of the firemen knew how to handle a pelican. There I go (having worked in the seabird hospital and knowing how) and suddenly I find myself kneeling on the ground behind the firetruck with a very weary and injured pelican in my arms. The bird had a nasty 2-inch fishing lure imbedded in its leg. The lure was trailing a few feet of line, which had caught in the tree branches.
We moved the bird away from the truck, and I held it in the relative calm darkness while the firemen attempted to find a wildlife rescuer who could take the bird to the hospital. About 45 minutes later, I handed the pelican off to the rescuer from the Wildlife Center of Venice, who responded to the call and took the bird to their hospital. I’ll check on its progress and report here how it’s doing.
Never did see the sunset, but well worth missing it.
I am in awe of the diversity and just plain bizarro nature of many of the ocean animals easily (and some not so easily) observed on any given day. Went for a short walk along the bayfront earlier this week and discovered a couple of squishy-looking somethings caught in the tide line. After a bit of research, which included asking a very knowledgeable source “what the heck is that” I can safely say these animals are spotted sea hares.
Sea hares are in the mollusk family – related to snails, slugs and nudibranchs. That’s the simple explanation. Why they are called hares, however, remains a mystery. One story says when first observed, the animal reminded that person of a hare. Say what? Of course there’s also the story that says early sailors mistook manatees for mermaids…so I’m thinking that possibly a lot of rum was involved in both observations.
These animals really look more like a slug than a rabbit. Their shell..if they have one, is internal and not fully developed. Wing-like extensions along the foot propel the sea hare through the water as it swims. It feeds on algae.
In the spring, the hermaphroditic sea hares move into the shallow bay waters to breed, deposit their eggs in the seaweed and grasses, and then die. There were two sea hares washed up on the bayfront after a few days of warm weather..so I’m guessing this may be an early sign of spring. Life is sometimes weird…but good.
Whoa! If this keeps up I’m moving to Florida..oh wait, this IS Florida. But there was frost in the grass outside my window this morning! There is something definitely wrong with that picture. Fortunately, because this is the Sunshine State..it quickly warmed up into the 70s today, so a friend and I headed out to Jelks Preserve for a hike.
Neither one of us had been to this preserve before. After a quick look at the map we started on the 3-mile loop trail. This is a lovely preserve, part of the Great Florida Birding Trail, with a variety of habitats. Oak hammocks, scrub and pine flatwoods dominate..at least this time of year when little rainfall dries up the marshes and wetlands. The preserve is part of the Myakka River watershed.
There are 614 acres in this preserve, with about 8 miles of trails. We apparently took a wrong turn somewhere, because our 3-mile loop turned into about a 5-mile loop before we made it back to the parking area. But if we hadn’t done that, we would have missed this little fellow, soaking up the sunshine:
I’m not really up to speed on land turtles (I must say, I’m pretty good on sea turtles!) but I think this one is a Florida red-bellied turtle…found only in Florida. That makes it a little more special. I did not handle the turtle so did not really do a close inspection, but the descriptions seem to fit.
And of course, we came across a couple of armadillos…nice to see them on their feet and walking around instead of belly-up in the road. Sadly, the little buggers are all too often the victims of speeding cars.
After hiking around black bear- infested NJ for a few years, I found myself in the habit of keeping a watchful eye out into the palmettos and on the trail ahead. Actually, there are black beasties in Florida..but in this area they are porcine. Non-native, wild hogs populate much of the area preserves. They root through the vegetation, causing a lot of damage and destruction to native plants. We didn’t encounter any hogs, but the whole length of the trails bore evidence of their recent diggings. In a few that we saw, the deeper ruts still had wet sand in them.
We had a great day and plan to return here spring rains restore the marsh and wetlands. Life is good.
You have to love storks. They are so darn homely – but in a good way. The ability to get close to the wildlife is one of the perks of life in Florida. The animals are used to people gawking at them and stand unafraid, allowing close encounters. Fishermen on the beaches must keep a close watch on bait buckets and catches; herons, gulls, and pelicans stalk the beach, inches from the fishermen, waiting for the opportune moment.
My sister observed a stork sitting on the grass with it’s legs stretched out in front, feet up, like a person. Fearing the stork was injured, she was relieved (and a bit surprised) when the bird stood up, stretched, and walked to the pond to join the others. Awkward as they appear sometimes, there’s nothing quite as graceful as a group of storks in the air. All white, with black wings and a dark head..they soar with the grace exhibited by most seabirds and raptors.
These handsome Wood Storks were soaking up the morning sun next to the retention pond in the center of a parking lot. They never flinched as I stopped the car, cut the engine, rolled down the window, and took the photograph..all from about 10 feet away. Hopefully they will revert to more wild ways when they venture somewhere else.
I stopped at one of my favorite places on my way home from my sister’s house yesterday morning, and was pleasantly surprised by a pile of shells on the beach.
We’ve been having several days of onshore winds, which increases the surf and chances of finding some good stuff. Good stuff indeed! This stretch of beach, and in particular where the surf (such as it is on the Gulf…usually very mild or flat) hits the rock jetty, almost always has a pile of shells. I have a nice collection of shark eye moon shells from this very spot.
But yesterday I hit the jackpot! I spent about half an hour sifting through beached shells, several feet deep. Assorted clam and cockle shells, ribbed arcs, mossy arcs, sweet little ribbed cantharus, bits of coral, olives, tulips, scallops, a tiny moon shell, and lots of holy stones. I found four fighting conchs…two with animals still inside, so I tossed them back into the water as far as I could. All in all, not a bad way to spend the first day of the new year. Life is good.
It’s official…I’m home at last. Home in Florida again. It’s been a tough year in many ways, and there’s no need to go into all the gory details. Suffice it to say I’ve relocated once again (this time, permanently I hope) in sunny southwest Florida. I am refreshed, renewed, and excited about a new life, new prospects and of course…no more icy cold winters!
I’ll be working on Natural Notes regularly now…sharing some of my adventures and observations. There will no doubt be a lot of posts on marine life and beach living. Aside from that…who knows?
Thanks to all the readers who keep checking this blog, and who still leave very nice comments on even some very old posts. Much appreciated.
Happy New Year everyone!