Friday, February 25, 2011


Our friendly neighborhood snake, Agnes, was out with us today soaking up the sun.  It was a great day for it, with temperatures around 75 degrees and just enough breeze and the occassional cloud to keep us from feeling fried.
We went out for lunch at Pop's Sunset Grille after our usual morning beach walk.  Although you miss the sunset if you go for lunch, it is a very pleasant spot to sit along the Intracoastal Waterway, drink some ice tea and watch the boats go by.  Then we went down to the North Jetty and sat by the water to read and watch the dolphins cruising back and forth.

I know that it is definitely spring because the various black birds are flying around with mouthfuls of materials for nest building.  One was stealing some of that cypress mulch that was just put down. 

They (the black birds) are all twitterpated as Thumber, I believe it was, said (the movie, Bambi).  The males are swaggering around with their tails fanned out and their wings extended, doing that "ooo, baby, look at me" dance that they think is so irresistible.  The females are all hopping around pretending that they just could not care, but then you notice the furtive little glances eventually melting into those come-hither stares.

I did watch one male really up the ante on these antics--performing his mating choreography on a telephone wire.  The female object of this affection actually looked impressed out and out.  I shouted, "He's a show-off !" but they both ignored me.


  1. I'll just be letting you enjoy your snake friend, without me. Shudder.
    Our spring has had a cold set back.

  2. I have to admit I was a bit of a shock when I saw the snake.

  3. I wouldn't mind a snake hanging around soaking up some sun, if it meant we had some warm sun to soak up. We have a spot in the yard where garter snakes nest during good weather and it's fun to see them doing their little snakey things there in their cozy place.
    The idea of beach walks and seventy-five degree air caressing my skin is just about unimaginable to me these days.
    I am . . . envious.


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