Attracted by the commotion, another gull joined his buddy, landed a few feet in front of us and gazed at us with those beady little eyes, begging for a handout. Snickering, I made plans to return the next day with chips loaded with my special salsa concoction loaded with Rebel Yell hot sauce and gun powder.
One exception to the skinny legged variety are pelicans. Their favorite habitats are piers and boat docks where they sit looking like a bunch of Bowery bums with tin cups hoping for a handout. Occasionally they swoop over the water and scoop up small fish in a huge bill equipped with what looks like a floppy hand bag. I’ve seen them swallow fish in one gulp that I would have had stuffed and hung on my trophy wall. Apparently, they know what kind of fish to avoid. Swallowing something alive, equipped with teeth, could result in a major need for a beak full of Tums.
The trees are a combination of stubby and tall skinny palms that sport fronds, fan-like “leaves” that sprout from the trunks on large heavy stems. From what I discovered, they don’t drop off in the fall like our maple and oak trees. If they did, it would take a back hoe to rake the lawn.
Beside our patio deck is a flowering growth pronounced “boo-gan-villia” by the locals. Sporting delicate red blooms, it seems to be a mistake by Mother Nature, sprouting flowers in the middle of January. Kinda ruins the excitement of seeing our crocus blooms shoving through the snow in early spring.
As for fishing, there is nothing to report. So far, using Hoosier baits, I’ve been unable to convince these lazy louts to take anything. But when it happens, I’ll be prepared for the species that are equipped with fangs. I take along a shotgun and a baseball bat to subdue any critter with an attitude. My motto is, “Be Prepared!”