they sneak across the Rio Grande at night and leave their wares on the rocks, hoping tourists will put money in their plastic containers/tin cans...they watch during the day and sneak back across to collect...it's illegal for tourists to buy merchandise, but they do anyway
i saw this duck (a Redhead) dip his beak in the water, so i snapped the photo...when i got home and uploaded to my computer, i could see the detail... it looked like he was just throwing the water up in the air so he could watch the droplets fall back into the sea...he seems fascinated by it all, kind of like a kid blowing bubbles...his joy makes me very happy
Mrs. S (aka skatebard) and I were at the Texas coast the last few days. In an out of the way estuary, we came upon this little fellow: a fledging pelican who quite clearly had just left the nest.
He was sitting on this post looking so sad and lonely...wondering why he had to leave his home.
We took photos of him for about 10 minutes and that's when a brutal cold front hit...temperature dropped about 20 degrees in just a few minutes...and 40-50 mph gale force winds.
This little fellow tried so hard to hang on to this post, for he had nowhere else to go.
We had to turn our car around to keep the rain from coming in the car as we photographed.
It only took a couple of minutes to find a place to turn around, but when we returned the sad little pelican was gone.
When Van Gogh moved to Texas
He bought himself a shrimp boat
He lived in a run-down wooden shack
With a dog, 2 cats and a goat
He rode a bright red three-wheeled bike
He changed his name to Barney
He was always full of booze and shrimp
And he was always full of blarney.
Each night we'd have boat drinks
He would tell me his tall tales
How he used to be a painter
How he now sails amongst the gales
One night I asked about his ear
He looked at me and frowned
Then he handed me another beer...
Later that night he drowned.