An interesting insect, a Walking Stick, it is hard to tell one end from the other, and they barely move waiting for a meal.
Cruising around the lake in my kayak often gives me an extra special opportunity to see a number of things not to be seen on land. A silent paddle and stealthy float allows one to get close to a number of species, and watch their behaviors. Huge Great Blue Herons are one of my favorites. I marvel how sensitive they are to my approach, when I am down on the Gulf of Mexico at Padre Island I have walked real close to them standing in the surf. Maybe being on a winter vacation they become more laid back. On this day one sat on an arched tree trunk in the shallows of a small lake. It reminded me a bit of the Turkey Vulture, it's grey crest laid back on its narrow head. It sat while I circled trying to get set for a good shot watching closely, but not giving itself away. A raise of it's wings told me I had little time to get my shot. Gentle flaps carried it off, flying real close to the water. After paddling for a few hours I headed back to my car, still thinking of the heron on the curved tree I had missed. As I drove across the road that separated the two waterways I spotted my friend back on the same perch. "See you later you old buzzard," I called out, almost hearing the tone my mother used. It still sat there teasing me a few hours later when I drove past again on my way to eat supper.