It seems every day is Wordless Wednesday around here. Spirit, the 20 year old Bald Eagle at Boyd Hill, always has words for me when I go into her mews.
(I’m pretty sure she’s yelling, “It’s Fish Friday! It’s Fish Friday!”)
(A change from the nightly anole, McCloud brought this chafer beetle in to careen about the room until he settled for a picture.)
(It’s getting hot when I give the tram tour du jour midday at Boyd Hill, but the gators are frisky now and this Little Blue Heron is a fine specimen to show late season tourists.)