The southern nickname "Cooter" comes from:
a) a southern slang term for a raccoon
b) An 1840s era nickname for usually dirty and unkempt Georgia miners who would come down from the hills in the state's Dahlonega Gold Mining district
c) a species of freshwater turtle
d) A breed of hunting dogs closely related to the Blue-tick hounds that are sometimes used to track deer and people.
e) Crayfish
While you are contemplating that, I've been busy doing everything down in Florida except birding. I have been finishing off writing two books these past few weeks, and that seems to have consumed me. We watched the Super Bowl, and caught the fly-over of the B-1, B-2, and B-52, they went right over our lot. That was cool!
We've been tending to our crop of Monarch caterpillars, we've planted milkweed and moving the little buggers from leaves to better leaves. We have about twenty on the plants right now, a few are in their chrysalises (not a word I write much).
We are just doing our part to try to save the species, but they are hungry little buggers, eating us out of house and home, and striping our milkweed, which the local nursery is only too eager to sell us.We also bought an RV lot. What is owning a piece of paradise worth, you say? Looks to me like it costs $75,000..and I cannot tell you if we got value or taken.. .but it is a place to go, in Florida no less, and I guess campsites are not always easy to find where you want them. I have buyers remorse now even buying a hamburger through the drive-though or even buying toilet paper, so it is hard to read this deal. There was no celebration even though we went to our neighbors and got quite drunk "celebrating" or "consoling" the purchase. Despite the hangover, we like our neighbors and the quite unusual community we have now spent a few winter months in, so all is well there. We even have our own Tiki hut. It is not out in the wilds, in fact, it doesn't even have grass, but it works. The bar in the center has to go, though. We need to get a shed, but that is another story.
A male cardinal lives in the Tiki hut, too, who can say that? We went canoeing on the the Hillsboro River this week. I got the worst case of boat butt ever, I could write a country song about this extreme boat butt I had, ala Garth Brooks, or Zac Brown but other than that, it was a good time. Besides the usual birds, we saw out FOY (first of year) alligators, there was no problem finding them, they were all over. I could of hit the paddle on their snouts if I liked.