#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Have you ever seen a Bare-Throated Tiger Heron (Tigrisoma mexicanum)? They are one of the coolest herons around, with their tiger-like stripes and herringbone feathering. Length: 28 - 32 inches, Wingspan: 45 inches. Their Bark-like call can be heard throughout the mangroves.
https://www.pineapplekayaktours.com/blog/tigerherons
Woke early to walk early. I want to see the beach in the earliest hours of daylight; still, it’s bright sun by the time I reach the sand, walking the short 5 minutes from our casa and the surfers are populating the beach and the waves. I watch the surfers as I walk over the sand art the current makes. We have a kayak tour of a nearby river through the mangroves scheduled, so I hurry home to meet our friends. And we have the good fortune on this lazy river tour to see a number of lovely shorebirds, herons, snowy egrets, and one of the most gorgeous juvenile blue herons I’ve ever seen. And the most wonderful bare-throated Tiger Heron––but I did not get a picture. Lovely blossoms fall from the Kapok trees and float like extravagant feathers on the surface of the water. We land on the remote Nosara Beach and cool off in the shallows, avoiding the rip currents. Our guide gives us tiny bananas and coconuts with bamboo straws, cool water of the coconut to drink in the hot sun. In the afternoon I think I will return to Frank who has been working in the casa and we’ll go to the beach. Instead, we nap. He goes back to work and I nap and dream and dip in the pool for an exquisite rest I didn’t know I needed. Now, I want to say a word about mittens, strangely enough. I have the chance to talk to both my daughters today, which is a high pleasure for me. The youngest has sent me a draft of new writing for her thesis, at my suggestion, and it’s lovely and and makes me weep. The older daughter has called with cheerful gratitude for a good day of work and the pleasure of getting help and support from her sister. But, the mittens. The Special One has learned the value of mittens. He did not want to wear them all winter. He cried when they were put on his hands––bulky, awkward, unwanted discomfort. But, he has learned that mittens keep him from crying about his freezing cold hands. Now, my daughter says, he wants the mittens on his hands, and if one falls off, he wants it to be put back on. He walks in the wintry world beside her. He offers her his mittened hand. I can be here, in this hot sun, and there, in the wintry world, my heart lives very much there as well.
