Just as we humans have our daily routines which seldom vary, so do our feathered friends.
The morning sun softly winks awake and smiles down upon the resting pelicans.
The morning sun softly winks awake and smiles down upon the resting pelicans.
The first to awaken gently shields the light from her friend;
allowing her a few more minutes to enjoy a dream.
The sounds of morning can no longer be ignored.
Eyes slowly open to greet a new day.
"Last one in likes rotten fish!"
Like paper clips to a magnet...heads stretch towards the heavens
and yawns begin.
"Yuck!!! I can still taste that late night fish snack!"
"Just a FEW more minutes, pahleeze!!!!"
"I think a mosquito just bit me on the head!"
"I think one got me on the neck!"
"Would everybody please SHUT UP! I have a migraine!!!"
BATH TIME!!!
"Alright everybody...into the tub we go!""Last one in likes rotten fish!"
"Not so cold once you get used to it."
DRYING OFF TIME
"Whoa! I feel a draft!"
"Dibs on the log!"
"Oh, how magnificent I look in the morning glow."
"Why do I ALWAYS have trouble drying this one wing?"
PREENING TIME
"I sure wish I had hands!"
DRYING OFF TIME
"Whoa! I feel a draft!"
"Dibs on the log!"
"Oh, how magnificent I look in the morning glow."
"Why do I ALWAYS have trouble drying this one wing?"
PREENING TIME
"I sure wish I had hands!"
"A little privacy, please!"
"Feather cleaning ain't easy, ya know!"
"Oops! Didn't mean to pluck that one!"
"You're such a dear to scratch my itch."
And, for some reason, after each preening period, the pelicans begin flapping their
bills back and forth, making a noise that sounds like baseball cards in a bicycle spoke.
It's fascinating to not only hear...but to watch what occurs:
Sounds painful...
looks painful...
and though I'm not sure of it's purpose...not a day goes by when it doen't occur.
CHOW TIME
Another fascinating daily ritual! (These were taken on different days because I
get too busy watching them to bother with taking pictures.)
You can always tell when it's time to eat because
a small group at a time make their way to a certain area,
signaling to the others that it's time to eat.
They first "huddle" into groups like a football team...somehow communicating
where the fish are, who will lead and in which direction.
They form two or three long lines (depending upon how many there are)
and begin swimming in circles...running the fish together.
Heads go down...
and rear ends go up!
The ritual is repeated until everyone is full.
Well, you know, there's always ONE who NEVER gets their fill!
NAP TIME
And just like us, they enjoy a good nap after a good meal!
The eldest falls asleep quickly.
The middle ager takes a little longer.
And the kids just pretend to sleep!
Throughout the day the rituals continue...bathe...preen...eat...rest
until the Man in the Moon spreads his blanket over them for another night.
Friends go their separate ways.
Lovers say a sad "Good bye."
Couples hug
and kiss...
before one last yawn
as bachelorettes
and bachelors
head out for a night on the town!
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