The prompt: Capture a black and white image that says eerie.
This guy surprised me, lurking in the mangrove swamp, deep inside the Everglades.
Alligators prefer apple snails to human beings ~ there’s not a single documented case of a park visitor being attacked by an alligator in the backcountry of the Everglades. As for poachers, fugitives, crackpots, and other undesirables attracted to this hostile environment – well, that’s another story.
Advise and Consent, Really? Filibustering? Perseverating? Non-productive? Nay-saying? How About Some Exuberance and Leadership? Fledge, Ye Nestlings Over There on the Hill! Learn from the Birds: Pipits Survive and Take Wing. Will We? (Another 420 Character, 9-Line Poem by Patty)
Exuberant is not exactly how I felt
when we survived the gov’t shut-down,
at least not as exuberant as the Pipits I spy at Colebrook River Lake Dam
(really, all 3 in 1?),
newly arrived from their Tundra breeding grounds
where snow buries nests for 24 hours and only the 11-days-old kids live.
Fully-fledged*, these Pipits travel far and relish their luck,
* The Pipit’s tertials on the wing cover its primary flight feathers which protects the flight feathers from the sun. If the sun hits these feathers, they fade and get brittle. This tiny detail amazes me. Who would have thought that a denizen of the Tundra would need feather-sun-block. I think about this as I watch this flock frolic. What tiny twig will turn the tide for our log-jammed legislators?
** Even the Pipits drab, mottled brown coloring serves a purpose: camouflaging it against the soil and stones they’re resting on here at the Colebrook River. Lake. Dam.