Well, I don't know if it has a name or not, probably not, but that is what I named it. Walking around the perimeter of this huge pond, I noticed that the banks were lined with Cypress and their knees, in a variety of sizes, the whole way around. As I was walking and poking along to the other side, there was this little bright spot that gave me a ( Read more... )

During a wonderful day spent in old Florida recently, I saw a shoo-fly (gazebo) in the woods ( Read more... )

We purposely went there at the end of the day, about an hour before sundown. Priscilla and I had seen spoonbills sporadically in the wetlands along the road before, but this day we were pleasantly surprised by 18 beautiful pink birds! Soon after we arrived they started flying one or two at a time to a group of trees about a quarter of a mile ( Read more... )

We made a stop at a lonely and lovely little place called Jelk’s Preserve after we left Venice Rookery and before we got to Celery Fields. I had never heard of it before, but Rob knew right where it was ( Read more... )