Tales from the OC Warbler
Howdee all,
Every now and then I would like to share a blog post with you, from a blog I read regularly or one that is suggested to me.
This is a recent post from Felicia at the OC Warbler
Enjoy!
Monday, November 15, 2010
A late breakfast at the Viera Wetlands.
Florida both sucks and rocks. On the sucky side are sticky 100-degree summers, man-eating mosquitos, and a political climate that would make most Third World banana republics look like Switzerland. Honest to God, the stuff in Carl Hiasaen’s novels is not exaggeration.
On the upside, there’s an ecosystem like none other in the US — third-magnitude springs seemingly behind every bush, a dizzying inventory of dragonflies and butterflies, and of course, tons of birds, including several species not found anywhere else in the US. And a couple weekends ago, Glenn and I spent an excellent weekend looking at them.
It started with what used to be a routine event: the scheduled launch of the Space Shuttle, another wonderful and purely Floridian thing. Once upon a time, I had been a technical writer on the Space Shuttle program (it’s not nearly as exciting as it sounds) and always felt a bit of pride whenever one of those things went up. Over time, I stopped looking for announcements of upcoming launches. But now the program was coming to an end, and this would be the last scheduled flight. Glenn thought it would be fun to photograph a space launch, we were only a two-hour drive from Cape Canaveral — so off we went.
We knew, too, that the launch was likely to be delayed or cancelled–it almost always has been as of late. But even if this happened, there were still birds to see in the area. Lots of birds.
The launch two Fridays ago (a re-try from failed attempts on Wednesday and Thursday) was scheduled for 3:00. So we left Gainesville before sunrise and planned to spend the morning at the Viera Wetlands, about half an hour south of our planned launch viewing site in Titusville. At Viera, two potential life birds for both of us — a Snail Kite and a Great Cormorant –had been reported, and even better, both had been making regular appearances over the past week or so.
We got to the Viera Wetlands at 9:00 and I immediately felt an alien sensation: cold. It was REALLY cold. Back in Gainesville, temperatures had been in the mid-eighties until a few days earlier, and it did not occur to me to bring a jacket. For that matter, I had totally forgotten that I even owned such an object, and after about half an hour, I found myself digging through my overnight bag (we were spending the night with Glenn’s photographer friend Harry) and putting the second shirt that I had bought over the one I was wearing. Never mind that they weren’t in even remotely harmonious colors and one of them had stripes and one of them a print. I was COLD.
This was one of those times I was glad I don’t have kids: they would have been humiliated.
But thankfully, the wetlands were nearly free of other people, except for a few retiree birders, who generally have no business lecturing others about their fashion choices. And there were a lot of birds: within fifteen minutes of our arrival, we got great looks at two birds that almost never appear in our area, only a two-hour drive away: a pair of Caracaras and a noisy exhibitionist Limpkin.
And after about two hours of searching, we found the Snail Kite!
This bird was either an adult female or a juvenile. Still, it was distinctive and cool, and a new bird for both of us. Glenn called Harry to let him knew we’d arrived and found the Kite, and he told us the shuttle launch had been (unsurprisingly) scrubbed because of technical issues. But we no longer cared: this gave us more time to look for birds.
After a pleasant lunch chez Harry, he drove with us back to the wetlands to look for the Great Cormorant–who was exactly where Harry had said it would be:
After getting our Great Cormorant, we took another spin through the wetlands to get more looks at the Snail Kite. Then we headed back to Harry’s place, where he showed off his cooking skills and his new barbecue by grilling up a raft of enormous steaks.
And it no longer mattered that the Space Shuttle launch had been scotched once again. We got two life birds, a splendid dinner, and a long evening with good friends. What more can one want?