It’s that time of year again, post Nov 1st (read: post Hurricane Season), and the heat is gone and the air is crisp and cool, and right at this time of year, when most of the country is starting to put on snow clothes, is when we count our blessings.
A November stroll through the park is magical with the cormorants drying their wings in the trees, a Great Blue Heron standing in the shadows of a large oak branch, looking almost like taxidermist’s bird in its perfection, the gliding of a Great Egret across the glassy lagoon, ducks and geese a plenty.
As I rounded the lagoon to head out of the park, I noticed again, one black and one white swan, they’ve been seen a lot together recently and I believe they might be nesting. Right before Katrina, two swans made a nest in one of the small islands in the lagoon – the baby swans were all killed in the storm. Another city’s zoo made a gift of swans to us, two black ones. In the past few weeks, one of black and one of the white swans have been cavorting far away from the other swans in the park. Something’s up with these two – watching them kanoodle made me start singing, “Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on.”
Then we popped out to the bayou and a flock of snowy white ibis took flight like origami in the sky. On the bayou, we watched the skimmers flying low on the water. I was already feeling a little warm in my light cotton sweater.
White swan and a black swan. Delightful.
hurricane season ends nov 30th for the past few years now. Keep those fingers and toes crossed.
Damn!