Adventures on the Beach

In the winter, Florida's beaches are filled with snow, which enjoys sand and skiing as it escapes snow, snow and freezing temperatures. But now I am a native of Florida throughout the year, I've discovered the best time of year to enjoy the beaches is summer. The crowds disappeared and the waters of the Gulf became as warm as rain in August. Most importantly, the turbulent waves turn into a nice, easy-to-swim lake like me to deal with.

My husband and I drive to the beach which is only ten minutes from our house, two or three times a week after dinner when the sun is low on We take a long walk along the edge of the water and then swim while my husband watches the sun from the beach chair. I usually join him in time to watch the sun disappear in the horizon and the sky is filled with an amazing panorama of colors.

We go to the beach in winter but only for walking as the water is cold, the waves are high and the beaches are crowded. During a walk last winter, we passed a family that seemed to be there in the afternoon. Two large umbrellas firmly entrenched in the sand, and many blankets and snowflakes spread around them. But what caught my attention was a little girl kneeling in front of the cormorant just a few feet from the family. The bird had wings down and did not move as the girl approached. This was not normal behavior.

We walked but I was worried about the caterpillar bird. When we were walking behind the group on the way back, the family was still there as well as the birds. I asked them how long the cormorant was there. They said for a few hours. At first, the bird had spread its wings to hide them, then closed its wings and had not moved since. He turned his eyes in my face but did not move. It looks like a young gentleman and it was clear that there was something wrong. I withdrew my phone and searched for the number of bird rescue operations that were on the island. After leaving information about the birds and the directions to this spot on the beach in the messaging service, we left but was inclined to stay and make sure to take care of the birds.

When we resumed our journey, my husband reminded me (again) of my first bird rescue attempt shortly after we moved into this area. We were walking on the beach when we passed the beach of a bird standing on one foot. Of course, I was worried that there was something wrong with the other bird's foot and walked around looking for a cell phone to borrow so I could contact the bird rescue (you had left me at home). Then we walked a little further and came on many birds also standing on one foot. When we got home, I looked for "Florida birds that stand on one leg" and found dozens of pictures of birds in this position. My husband will never let me forget this!

I already participated in saving the birds not long after we moved here. birds at risk. They took me with them to a marina where one of them reported watching a young swan look tangled in some fishing lines, which is very common for beach birds. We drove to the main pier, and Donna, who was only five feet away and close to my age, started throwing a handful of bait fish across the sidewalk from the pail she was carrying. About 20 birds were chased to capture the fish, mostly mature birds, as well as a few young men identified by their brown feathers.

Bob shouted: "Here it is.

"I see him," Donna replied.

Then I saw him, a swan of young boys feeding on food, a piece of fishing line three feet hanging under his wing. Donna put the bucket down and placed the dove across the dock for the bird, and gripped it in a steady grip in her lap, indicating the experience that came from the long practice. As she carried him motionless, Bob walked over the wing and carefully placed it with the fishing line, revealing hunting hooks on the wing in the bird's breasts. Carefully, he was working on tying up and checking the wound. After deciding that the swan was not hurt, Bob sprayed the wound with a disinfectant and let him leave. We watched him fly away. Then they threw a handful of food, and the young swan, which was not worse in its ordeal, flew back to participate in the feast.

The swans were also stars at a picnic on the beach on another day. We were walking on the beach at the southern end of Ana Maria Island, behind the remains of old sidewalks, when a squadron of more than two hundred cows came down near us, on the beach and on the pavement cutting protruding from the water. Dozens of birds are divided into shallow water at the same time, with a small fish gathering near the pavement. We watched, trembling, as the pigeons were repeated over and over again. We wanted to record this amazing scene but we knew it would be a long time before we could go home for the camera and back. We must be satisfied with our memory.

Several years ago, we met friends on Sanibel Island and decided to walk on the beach. When we started our journey, we all noticed that the sand was covered with unusually large and beautiful shells. When we approached, we realized that the shells were moving. Each one was a living animal (or a mollusc), washed on the shore by some of the forces of nature. We started to catch as many waves as possible but soon surrendered, the quantity was enormous.

It was later discovered that the collection of living shells (ie, a sample containing a resident) is prohibited in Florida. Sanibel and Captiva Island are sanctuaries of islands and preferred places of bombardment, although people have been urged to limit their empty shells as these shells renew beaches. For me, the wonderful opportunity to see the living molluscs on the beach was more than enough; I had no desire to take any house.

It is interesting to watch people who fish on the beach, where their lines stretch to the waves as they settle in folding chairs with a view. Most often, there is a blue hashish owner standing nearby, hoping to get a snack if the catch is too small or if the fisherman (or woman) shares some fish with the bird when he is ready to go home. The possibility of a free meal reduces their natural fears that are not always good.

On Friday nights, Manati Beach holds a different attraction: Drum Circle. Local residents bring drums, cans, drips and other clicking machines that beach visitors can shake, knock or knock to celebrate the sunsets. Members of the roller circle arrive with chairs and tools one hour before sunset and invite anyone interested in joining them. Of course, children are particularly excited to allow this opportunity to drum, and some adults (like me) are attracted to the circle. Drums reach its peak when the sun shines on the horizon, and another week disappears on Florida's beautiful beaches.

You tell our neighbors about our evenings on the beach and how beautiful it is to swim at the time of night when two of them caught the exchange of looks. Do you know, they asked me, that sharks enter the shallow water to feed at dusk? I did, somewhat, but did not give that much thought. I had to admit that hearing it aloud was a little scary. But I have never seen one and never heard of the shark attack on the shores of Ana Maria. So I'm more cautious now, swimming before our journey rather than moving to it and always choosing a place in the water that has quite a few people nearby. Sure you will taste better than me. It will take more than sharks to get out of the beach and out of the water during the summer months in Florida.