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Birdwatching in Loxahatchee

Which is not where the lox hatch. It is, however, a nature preserve where you can see a great blue heron nesting in a tree, feeding its young. Also anhingas nesting lower in the same tree, one of them flying in to relieve the other, who'd been sitting on the nest. And moor hens; alligators; a couple of kinds of ducks I'll have to figure out later; something like a moor hen I forget the name of but will tell you when I remember; small blue herons (lesser, is that what they're called?); egrets; red-shouldered hawks; vultures; pig frogs; and HUGE turtles. It was quite a morning.

The hawk on the light mast was back again today, without his crows. Apparently he's a red-shouldered, not a red-tailed, too. A local told me red-tailed hawks don't come this far south. I stand corrected.

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