This female Anhinga could have been the ‘Totem’ bird. Took the picture from a fair distance, so it’s not exceptional… but I could identify her.
According to my Birds of North America its proper name is ‘Anhinga Anhinga’, which is a little strange since all the other birds have strings of unpronounceable names…
There. Better.
A couple days late, but it’s the first time I’ve seen the sky in awhile. I don’t think we’ve had but a couple of days without storms this summer.
My next door neighbors have a fabulous yard, replete with many flowering plants. Unlike me, the black thumbed. Oh, I can grow aloe and ivy… easy, hard to kill stuff. They, however, must know the secret.
I have the same plants that flourish on their lot but perish (with extreme prejudice) on mine. It’s crazy.
But I get to appreciate their efforts as they grow onto my postage stamp sized piece of real estate.
I can’t grow hibiscus, but theirs is robust… and trying to come visit. Hope he makes it.
Likewise the bougainvillea is going gangbusters where mine never really got off the ground.
I fully expect to see the part of their plants on my side of the fence attacked by all manner of insects and mold.
