Amelia SanJon Gallery
Amelia Island Artists
218A Ash Street., Fernandina Beach, FL 32034
904-491-8040, 904-557-1195 cell
Island Artists Workshop (for workshop schedules)
gallery has a new supply of Silver Sea Turtle Pendants and occasionally
some rare Sea Turtle vintage pieces when I can find them.
do have in the Vintage department is a wonderful selection of Copper
Jewelry which is constantly changing; as pieces sell, I search my estate brokers' listings for more.
am also trying to find old solid copper link bracelets for men.
It seems that is quite the rage with golfers who want to
the aid of the medicinal qualities of the copper on their golf game.
Check it out, they are very reasonably priced for now.
marches on and the remains of the storm debris was finally
and taken away by the end of the week, and with my yearly pass to the
Alligator Farm expiring on the 12th, there was still time for one last
DC friend and photographer, Lea, was back in town, and since both our
passes expired the exact same day, (we must have been together
when we bought them). It is only fitting that we make
this last trip for the season down
together. I will wait until my first visit next year
I purchase another allowing me to get in all of next season
little bit of the following one before I have to ante up again.
the first birds I see when I enter the bird area is the Tri Colored
Heron. They are also my favorite bird to photograph when they are
youngsters. They are so funny looking. This one has
fledged and is starting to look very adult like. Except for a
stray bits of fuzz on the top of its head and its eye color it
could almost pass for a grown up.
this pair of siblings are in the long gangly stage with lots of
experimenting with wing
flapping and trying out those long legs climbing around on the branches
as they learn balance but stay close to their nest so they are ready
for feeding times.
They have a very goofy look when they stretch
their neck up long and look directly at the camera.
trio sits, staring as if transfixed, in one spot, -and that means that the
appearance of the next dinner run by one of the parents is imminent.
Funny birds at all stages when young.
course the parent can look very wild and woolly themselves when they
all worked up to up-chuck the next meal for the waiting kids.
Well, look folks; its not like she has a shopping bag to lug
Mr. Sad sack himself with his Hulky green looking
legs tries to stare the camera down.
big event while we were there was the hatching of this little one with
his traditional finger in the light socket hair-do. Mom is
turning the egg or assisting in the emergence of its sibling.
wanted to share just some of the funniest photos I got for the day.
These Cattle Egret chicks got in such a frenzy trying to get
mom's mouth first, that one of the chicks got its head caught in the
action. Sitting down to a family dinner is not quite the same
the bird world, then again, depending on the age of the young folk, maybe it is at your house.
This Snowy seems to be shouting, "Hey Babe, I'm
over here", as he is still in courting mode.
Ummmm, Mommie's leg tastes just like chicken.
Little Blue will have her work cut out for her, if she raises all these little
guys. Usually a nest has three in it, but this looks like
there were five. I saw several nests with four or five eggs in it on
awkward and clumsy at this stage of the game when wings and legs have
outgrown the skill level and they must learn how to deal with the new
appendages, somewhat like a fast-growing teenage boy does.
were the two Woodstork chicks you saw in the last story. They
grown fast and survived the storm just fine. The storm was
milder down here than on our side of it.
adult is still in nest building stage as it gathers a big mouthful of
Cypress foliage to either expand a nest with growing chicks or in
anticipation of starting a new family.
adorable little fellows sit patiently and wait for the next food
delivery, not quite having reached that adventurous stage.
a sad note this seemed to be the only surviving Roseatte Spoonbill chick from the nest of
cute little pink fuzz balls from the newly hatched batch of last trip.
Their nest also seemed to be gone. I never did see
come to feed him but hopefully I just missed it.
nest from the last story with the sitting mother was successful and
three very sweet little ones enjoying the shade on a very hot day, shade
which both parents were working to provide. The parents stood
in this position for a long, long time and I am pretty sure that was
objective. The animals of the world are much smarter than we sometimes give them
on Amelia Island our own little Plover chicks are feathering out and
starting to fledge (that means they can fly). We have more
Wilson's Plovers this year than ever before. Our birding
Pat Leary, was on the beach the other morning and let me look through
his spotting scope. He showed me a Wilson's Plover fledgling
which had been banded on Cumberland Island. It had joined up
one of our families which had a couple of younger chicks.
was unusual and I wonder if it had been blown over in the storm and so was
just making the best of the situation by adopting another family.
The Least Terns I showed you in the last story
can't seem to decide if they are staying or going. They had a
very active nesting site going over on Cumberland Island, just across
the river, but it was destroyed by Beryl the beastly storm.
Some of the Terns
seem to have come across to our side of the river and have made signs
were going to nest here so we will just wait and see.
I still see our duck couple out for their morning
I see trouble brewing up ahead as two Horseshoe
Crabs have gotten stuck in the sand while mating.
for me I have a new assistant living just outside the park who meets me
a lot of mornings and is a
big help. My sister, Susan, has learned to walk the
Crabs to the water saving
my knee from the soft sand and the problems that can cause.
black thing around her neck is a head set to protect her hearing from
the noisy beach buggy.
though Beryl has gone, we have continued to have stormy days and some
strong winds on the beach. This is not a good thing for
who want to enjoy the beach, (but is sometimes good for us shop owners who
become their entertainment and hopefully benefit with additional sales).
I thought the blowing sand pattern with the two colors of
here was pretty interesting, looks like a coastal map. Is
Cape Cod I see?
the mornings are fine but several mornings of late I was dodging the
rain storms and the blowing sand. The dark splotches are
marsh wrack washed back onshore after being brought down the river and
taken out to sea.
Even the ducks were sitting this one out.
The sand has blown across my tracks, almost
covering them, from the time I had made the drive south until I
strange find on the beach after the rough surf was a duck which had a
number and had evidently escaped from someones river duck race.
He would surely have won the furthest swim award.
the wind and rain did not deter this gal who climbed up this escarpment
to lay her eggs right next to the walls of Fort Clinch itself.
From the looks of her tracks she must have a very short back
flipper to leave the flipper print in the middle of the track like she
did. Probably an old shark bite.
is not good sand for laying as it is very shelly and was put here by
the dredge people who seem to be intent on destroying our nice beaches
with this stuff. But she laid anyway. If you look
you can see her incoming tracks in the upper right corner of the photo.
She did wander a bit. You will notice "no"
numbers on the stakes and although we will watch and excavate it just
like any other nest it will not be counted in with the others.
The beaches are set up so that the ones which are counted are
what is called "indexing" beaches. This gal just didn't
that she was laying on the wrong side of the corner of the fort which
is the demarcation point. Our official count is 13 but we
have 14 for now with some exciting ones to share in the next story.
of my favorite paintings and the largest watercolor in the gallery
right now is in fact the largest watercolor I have ever done.
I did it a while ago, but it was on an extended loan, first
gallery and then to a show house. On
return it was in need of reframing so now it is all dressed up in a
better-than-ever frame. It is called "Far Storm" and was my
impression of a Nebula out in space, hence the name.
adventure last week, and the reason I was late opening the gallery on a
Saturday morning a week ago, is pictured here. A friend, Muffie, called and
"I have a
turtle that is in need of rescuing and I don't know who else to call".
It was in the middle of 8th Street,
a high traffic area and the main road into town. She
said it was a Snapping Turtle so I was thinking I could put it in the 5
gallon bucket I have, open the gallery, then close for a few minutes to
take it on to a pond. Most that I have encountred have been
Not so with this guy. Getting him in a bucket was a
challenge as we slid
his rear in with his sharp clawing toenails grabbing anything they
could find, especially fingers,
and then stood him on end which left his head easily reaching the top.
They don't call them Snappers without reason.
Now; how to keep him in so I could drive it to a release
Muffie offered a large pillow she had, and that, with the aid
cord, allowed me to get him secured enough for the trip of only a few
miles. Too big a fellow to leave in my car while I did
he is in the middle of a nice wilderness area with other creatures to
his liking, although I don't think these disagreeable fellows like much
of anything except maybe one of its own kind in the opposite sex.
I think these are the turtles which give other turtles a bad
with their aggressive behavior when touched and people use
as the excuse to run
over them all on the road. I saw two of the more gentle
today dead along side the
road; both had to be intensional hits as they were not even on the
roadway, but on the bike lane section of the street. Someone
to swerve to
run over them in that spot.
gal Lacy came in for her special treat of the week. She has
discovered she really likes peanut butter, although she doesn't like
peanuts except to bury. This is her version of a
peanut butter banana sandwich without the bread. She ate it
I think she is finding it hard to locate acorns to
should be her main food supply. They are just all bad, rotten
the core. She was born too late to get in on stashing up a
storehouse of them when they were fresh. She is very
of her food and we have learned not
to mess with her or make any moves toward her food when she is hungry
Once full, she calms down and is very playful.
Tonight she lay on her back in my hand
to have her neck and under her chest and arm areas rubbed.
another time nearly went to sleep with me rubbing her ears and back.
I don't remember Shelly doing that once she was out in the
She just seems to need someone to play with and once she has
own family she will have that need fulfilled. That is the
with raising a squirrel in a human environment with no other sibling,
they are pretty lonely out in
the wild in those early days. She is still grayer than the
squirrels in our yard and has a darker nose so we can spot her if we
watch closely enough. She has been a fun girl but as a wild
can be expected to react as a wild animal if the situation arises.
A squirrel should
never be domesticated like a cat
or even a ferret. They can inflect a nasty bite with teeth
enough to cut through a nut shell and wouldn't be doing it out
of meanness but out of instinct to protect herself and her
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