Christine and I began our 2,000 mile flight back north with a leftovers picnic in Myakka State Park, one of Florida's oldest and largest, just east of Sarasota.
While we ate turkey, lettuce, tomato and onion sandwiches on English muffins, abundant bird life subsisted on shellfish in the shallow waters.
Roseate spoonbills, easily mistaken for flamingoes at a distance, mingled with vultures along the shore.
An egret patiently fished under a ravaged viewing platform.
Man and bird visit the river for different reasons.
Spanish moss hung in great drifts from the live oak trees.
How, exactly, does one molest an gator?
Spanish moss hung in great drifts from the live oak trees.
How, exactly, does one molest an gator?
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