I had so much fun watching this Osprey fish the other day, I felt like putting the experience and my silly thoughts about the flight into a poem… 🙂 Just for fun…
In my dreams, I can fly.
I soar high above the sky.
With outstretched wings like an Osprey
I glide from seashore to the country.
Taking in the world from above
My heart swells with gratitude and love.
Cool air refreshes me, filling me with energy
Life is anew at last, all from the view of the Osprey.
I swoop down and back up as my imagination runs wild
This playground in the sky makes me feel like a child.
Far from the dreams of my youth I have drifted
But cruising with the Osprey, my spirits are lifted.
“Perhaps I will chase them again” the thought becomes clear.
Though it’s been long since I believed in them, they were dreams that I held dear.
As I coast higher and higher and into the clouds,
I can see them in front of me, and I abandon my doubts.
The flight comes to a close as my feet touch the shore.
But I’m filled with strength, zest for life, and a longing for more.
The voice that says ‘What if?’ and ‘Why not?’ I will no longer deny.
Because though it may just be a child’s dream, I believe I can fly.
I’ve been away from my blog for a bit, and let me tell you I’ve got some excuses. 😉 I’ve been in ‘book promotion land’ for about one month now, heavily promoting my books on Kindle as the three of them are on sale. I’ve been writing, which means at any given time, I’m having a “conversation” with one to five extra voices in my head if you know what I mean. But mainly, I’ve been keeping up with my darling pirate children. (I am a chef’s wife, so keeping up with children is different for me than for some moms out there. No offense intended for anyone. If you need further clarification regarding this issue, simply Google the words ‘chef’s wife’ and a plethora of reading material with everything from the blog ‘Desperate Chefs’ Wives’ to support groups for them will come up. There is even the site called the ‘Chef’s Widow,’ which to clarify is not referring to a woman married to a man who has passed away. You get the picture. And our children…well, let’s just say you’ve got to keep an eye, or twenty, on them.
What are they like? Do you remember that eighties flick, GREMLINS, where you can’t get them wet or feed them after midnight or they’ll turn from cute little fuzzy creatures into monsters? 😉 Yeah, the main difference is that mine ‘change’ earlier in the evening. When we’re at the grocery store, strangers typically say something like: “They sure have lots of energy.” Yes. Yes, they do. And they hate the idea of their mother sleeping. The eldest thinks she needs to stay up two hours past her bedtime with me every single night. “Sleep is the worst thing in the world!” she says as she turns cartwheels beside my desk. The youngest thinks that between 2 and 4:30 a.m. is a grand time to wake-up. “Mommy, it’s morning!” she says. While technically, she is correct, I can’t handle that hour and oh so sweetly tell her to go back to bed. But like clockwork, she’s there, between 2:30 and 4:30.
The youngest pirate’s three favorite items in our house are my black PERMANENT Sharpie marker, a roll of packing tape, and glue. She also claims she is an artist, (at five I have to admire her for already having this figured out), and as you can imagine with the Sharpie, in particular being the first thing she finds in the morning, I never know what creation of hers I am going to discover. Or how long it is going to take me to remove it from the wall. Recently, she took empty paper towel rolls and decorated them as Santa Claus miniatures and hung them with glue and string to the bedroom wall. I’m still trying to figure out where she got the string from or what shirt of mine is missing that could have produced said string.
My sister quite regularly asks me over the phone, “What is happening at your house?” because the noise is so loud. The other day I had to lock myself in the closest so I could take a phone call. I’m sorry, but I hadn’t talked to my friend who called me in over three months, and I wasn’t letting anything get in the way of our conversation. A few days later, the youngest was chanting. Yep, there really isn’t another way to describe it. She was repeating some strange sound over and over as I combed her hair and though I asked her to quiet down a little, the louder she got until I exclaimed, “I feel like I’m in the crazy house!” This was immediately followed by a voice, (my eldest- at least I’m hoping it was her) in the other room announcing, “You ARE in the crazy house!”
A few days ago my five-year-old called from behind me in the hallway, “Wow, Mommy your butt is SO big.” If you ever visited my old blog site, you might realize these are the same words that my seven-year-old said to me when she was four, which prompted the launch of “My Name is Sarah,” my first blog. As the words of my second born registered, a million thoughts flashed through my already heavily trafficked mind. Now, the second one is saying this? Thank the Lord we stopped at two. I slowly turned around, calculating my response and how I was going to handle her latest observation only to discover she was peering at me through a magnifying glass.
Anywho, that’s what I’ve been doing… Welcome to my life. 🙂
Do I have any other excuses for my extended absence? What else have I been up to? Oh, you want wildlife photos? No more glimpses into mommy world? Okay, fine. Thanks for listening. 😉 Well, this brings me to today’s photos… Recently, I attended a Book Festival in Matlacha Park, in Matlacha, a tiny island on the way to Pine Island, Florida. I told myself I would wait until the day was over before going after any wildlife photos, but…well…that just didn’t work out for me. I was one of sixty Florida authors in attendance but probably the only one who abandoned my table over and over to take photographs of birds. I’m cool like that. A rebel without a cause. Probably where the pirates get it from. It was a windy, unusually chilly Florida day, but I sold some books, met some amazing authors and readers, Chef Charles took the morning off to watch the pirates, and I got to chase birds. (Finally, some photos for my lonely, ol’ neglected blog.) 🙂
Just last week, that Chef husband of mine opened our new restaurant, Mereday’s Fine Dining, at The Naples Bay Resort. In a pre-opening family outing, he took us out for a fresh, seafood dinner. What a treat to spend some family time together -during the launch of a restaurant, which I promise you can be intense, and what an even bigger treat, if you’re ‘a crazy bird lady’ like moi, to see two Osprey on our way home from dinner. Turns out, we weren’t the only ones in the mood for fresh local fish. 😉 Check out the menu at our new place at, http://www.meredaysnaples.com or visit the Facebook page to see what sort of fresh food the chef is serving. 🙂
The Osprey are such amazing creatures. I see a dozen a day and never bore from watching them. I jokingly call them the guardians of Sanibel Island because there are so many of them, and they are always watching. I’m sure they are watching for their next opportunity to snag a fish from the water, which is truly a remarkable and exciting event, if you ask me. But sometimes, I like to just observe them as they perch on a tree…
This one looked like the guardian of something. Guardians guard, watch over, or protect. Maybe the Osprey here are just trying to protect their place of refuge. Maybe, they want to remind the humans invading their refuge that this is their land. If that is the case, I don’t need the reminder. In the past week, I’ve seen a surplus of gators, scorpions, and snakes. I know that this island belongs to the animals…
I might not understand the Osprey here at all, but I do offer up my humble thanks to this beauty that posed for my camera. Guard on, Guardian… You sure are a magnificent sight. 🙂
I don’t know what it is about spotting Opsrey with headless fish, but I act like a kid on Christmas morning. A grin spreads across my face, my heart jumps to full speed, and immediately I abandon my vehicle, bike, or veer from the path I’m walking to snap a photo.
I am a very exciting individual, I know. 😉
This Osprey was looking around, probably annoyed I was intruding on a fresh seafood lunch. Don’t worry, I didn’t hang around long…just long enough to take a photo, smile ‘like nobody was watching,’ and to enjoy the moment…And it was a really good moment. 🙂
If you have been to my amateur photo blog before, you know how I feel about Osprey. I want to BE an Osprey, ha, ha, ha… In all seriousness, I needed to clear my head the other day. I grabbed my camera and went outside to see if my critter pals, here in the jungle, were putting on any shows, and sure enough, there were a few Osprey hunting. The gators could have been hunting too, but I opted not to linger once I got a couple of photos of the Osprey. 🙂
I had to share all of these photos at once because I took them all at once…Just another day in Never Never Land. I hope you’ll check out my post about recent events in Never Never Land at my other blog, “My Name is Sarah…” Go ahead…take a look…There are scorpions involved people! 🙂 Now, it’s back to that book! ~Sarah 🙂