I could truly live at this end of St. Petersburg, Florida. We took Gulf street south to the end, where there is a small beach with a little jetty peer. This looks out to an inlet of very calm, blue-green water. The first thing we noticed was a large flock of parrots. I have heard of Monks and Quakers in the area, but these turned out to be Black Hooded Parakeets or Nanday's. It is kind of surreal, watching them go about their business and squawking at each other. I have seen the green or Quaker Parrots in Port Orange and a few in Clear Water. All together we found 3 different groups of Nanday's spread out over several miles today. They are apparently like everyone else who visits the South; we can't get rid of them, but they are pretty and fun to watch.
The pic above and the one below are my attempts at trying to photograph some Snook that were circling the rocks near the pier. You can see the pods of smaller bait fish in the water with them. I am never going to visit Meegan's mother or grandmother, without a fishing rod in the car, again. It is just too painful to watch.
Some locals still hang out here, and this one allowed me to get pretty close. I believe him to be a Snowy Egret.
Paula and Adele, thank you for having us today and for the second set of wheels; this is a big help. I know I am quiet around you guys, but I enjoyed listening to you and my wife today. It reminded me of the parrots, and I mean that in a good way. It is an interesting dynamic to watch four generations of women, from the same family, in the same room. I enjoyed it, but maybe next time I can get you all to come outside with me.
Drew gave me a tour of the St. Pete she knows, and took some pictures as we headed north on Gulf Blvd. She gave the Guy Harvey outpost very high reviews. Thanks for taking them there; they still talk about the fish tanks.
The South end has lots of cool shops and seafood places that I would like to check out. The further south you get, the more it reminds you of the that idyllic sort of community, you would enjoy using a bicycle to get around in. There is some great old architecture, supposedly some red headed agamas and don't forget the parakeets. Reminder to self- pack a rod and a lure bag, but Drew, thanks for the tour and keeping me laughing through the I4 traffic.
Forty years old and still in awe of the outdoors.