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Anyone who has visited Florida and been to the beaches knows
the seagulls (noisy!) and has watched
the pelicans diving for food. One winter
when I was sitting in my car by a deserted beach one pelican decided to do a
bit of showing off. He strutted back and forth in front of me then took off,
dived into the sea and flew back with a fish - cross-wise in his beak. Why do
that when you've a beak large enough to use as a shopping bag? I soon found
out. He put the fish on the sand and proceeded to fillet it. Show off. I beat a
quick retreat.
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At one time I lived in a static caravan/mobile home in a
small park. Every morning I took a smart walk around the park - with an escort.
A falcon. When I left home in the morning he was on a nearby electrical cable.
I turned right, he flew past me to perch further along. Then I turned left.
Yup, he overtook me. All the way around the park. Even when I sunbathed in my
back garden he would perch on the electrical cable.
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I'm glad he wasn't a vulture. Or buzzard if you prefer the
name. Ugly things but very graceful when flying. Did you know that when taking
off from the ground they have to make a running start? The aeroplanes of the
bird world? One day when driving along a country road I had to stop as a flock
of vultures had found some road kill. Why stop? To wait for them get wound up
for take-off!
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Florida has a wide variety of birds of all types but two of
my favourites are the mockingbird and the beautiful small, crested and musical red
cardinal. (His mate is - would you believe - drab brown).
Yes, a mockingbird does copy every sound he hears - sirens,
reversing vehicle beepers, telephones, car horns, babies crying. And, of
course, it imitates the songs of other birds!
Never a dull moment in birdland.