Life has happened and time has passed without so much as a single photo blog post.
It was a clear beautiful day in Southwest Florida in February. I stood below the Osprey nest. The parents circled above me. They checked me and my suspicious looking camera. Babies in the nest called out. I felt a chill in the 80 degree temperature, one wrong move on my part and surly I would encounter the wrath of one of the parents.
On the 10th tee, I stood quietly waiting on a sunny warm February day. Golf carts whizzed by and I could hear the thwacking of golf balls. I paid little to no attention to the golfers as they came and went. I was completely focused on watching this heron stalking his prey. His hunting game was much more interesting to me. The intensity of the eyes, and there was a quivering in his throat as he made a guttural sound with each methodical and slow step towards the fish of his dreams.
At one time I knew the origins of the Christmas Bottle Brush tree. These are all reproductions, not vintage but still I think they have a certain charm, not too glitzy, ready to be placed in a putz.
I tried to research their history on-line, but the only thing I could find was where to purchase and how to make. Being a little impatient this morning, I moved on to other things. So, if you know, leave a comment and share with me.