I'm back in chilly Massachusetts after a fab week in Florida where I've seen plenty of beautiful birds, eaten and drunk way too much, and walked my little legs off.
So here are a few of my husband's pictures.
Top left is an American bittern. These guys blend into the reeds and are really tricky to spot.
Top right is a pied-billed grebe. Just too cute for its own good.
Bottom left is a roseate spoonbill - not a flamingo (nearly got into a huge fight with a woman at the Kennedy Space Center who insisted the pink birds she could see were flamingoes.)
Bottom right is is a black and white warbler - too cold for them to be heading north at the moment.
And here are a few more.
Top left is a Florida scrub jay - rare, endangered, and such a joy to spot one. Definitely the highlight of the vacation.
Top right is a green heron - like all herons, an absolute bugger to spot because they remain utterly motionless while hunting.
Bottom left is a purple gallinule - flashy little devils, no?
Bottom right is an ibis - these things were everywhere. It was fantastic to watch the huge flocks of them flying overhead.
I wish I was still there.