Old Arnold

It looked ragged, tired, and stooped over in the early morning light, like an old man shuffling about. Perhaps that is why the smooth-billed ani is called “Old Arnold” in the Cayman Islands. Indeed, this one even tottered about on the edge of the patio step, nearly falling off a couple of times. Fortunately, aContinue reading “Old Arnold”

Passers By

Sometime during the afternoon a chicken walked by, not even stopping to scratch or peck. A while later a land crab skittered warily across the sand; fortunate that it didn’t encounter the chicken. Though we didn’t see either, they left their tracks to tell of their passage until blowing grains of sand slowly erase theirContinue reading “Passers By”

Holey Ground

Sinkholes forced us to watch our step to avoid falling into the underworld while walking about this private arboretum in Grand Cayman. Water acidified by dissolved carbon dioxide has slowly eaten away at the fossil-laden limestone from eons past to leave a system of caves connected to the surface by sinkholes. Sounds of the oceanContinue reading “Holey Ground”

Hither, Slither, and Yon

This iguana basked in the sun, aware of our presence but not frightened. It knew how close it could allow us to approach before it had to flee, and it was not about to expend any unnecessary energy. Its markings suggest that it is a cross between the Blue Iguana and the invasive Green Iguana.Continue reading “Hither, Slither, and Yon”

To Barter with the Sea

Displays like this are often seen in coastal shops, but these shells and corals were not purchased; we found them all. Of particular note, the cowry in the lower right corner came from a motu (small island along the reef) between the islands of Taha’a and Ra’iatea in French Polynesia. We were on a cruiseContinue reading “To Barter with the Sea”

Forest Light

Sunbeams spotlighted the leaves on trees and bushes as well as on the ground and cast a magical spell as we passed by. Though the forest was occupied by birds, coyotes, and bears (Oh my!), as well as insects and critters that slither, it was easy to imagine mythical creatures lurking in the sunlight’s reflectionsContinue reading “Forest Light”

Shadows of Memories

The sunlight accented beads and a drum and cast their shadows on the wall. They were gifts from friends that we met in Oklahoma while we were at Fort Sill. The man who made the set was Apache, and his wife was a direct descendant of the great Comanche Chief Quanah Parker. We were theirContinue reading “Shadows of Memories”