No, not to play golf, but rather to see what kind of wildlife that we can find.
One of those days where a westerly wind came in over the Atlantic Ocean, and it covered the mountain range in sea mist.
We do not come here often, as there are so many other places to see, but as we were about to drive past the entrance, the thought came to me to drive in, as I wanted to see how many of the coot babies survived. Sadly, only three made it, but we were thankful that not more were taken by the raptor birds. You will see the three below, and they are now teenagers.
For some reason, this picture below just filled me with a peace in my heart.
Remember in a previous post, I showed the 6 eggs in this Coot's nest? Well now have a look at the babies.
Oh yes, the 3 survivors are now teenagers. Two here below and the other one in the picture above near the mom.
This young guy below with the open wing seemed to have caused some trouble and the 3 coots were cornering him. There was a swallow sitting on a red pole behind them witnessing the scene.
Mikey, the one at the left said, you should never be insulting to the ladies, as they will surely beat you up.
So, you know how today's kids are and Mikey just turned and jumped into the dam :))
Here is the swallow that sat at the back on the red pole.
And then, the power cut was done, and we had to go back.
Nature teaches us about what we perceive to be losses in life. The Coot lost three babies, but those babies were fed to the raptor bird's babies.
This is how nature works, and when we receive any losses we regard it as the end of the world, instead, many of our losses occur to prepare us against future mistakes. So, as nature continues just so should we also just continue.
Sorry that this post is a bit short, but we have another power cut on the way.
I hope you have enjoyed the story and the pictures.
Photos by Zac Smith-All Rights Reserved.
Camera: Canon PowershotSX70HS Bridge camera.
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