Green Cay Wetlands is like the Wakodahatchee wetlands, but bigger. The feeling I got while I was there was of a grown-up zoo. Not in the sense of a zoo for grown-ups, but a zoo of grown-ups. In the sense that both people and animals decided to abandon their primitive instincts and entered into a social contract: humans agreed not to harass the wildlife, and the birds agreed not to fly off at the merest hint of a person's shape. And so the bars and the cages could come off, and both sides could see each other clearly and closely for the first time.
This funny guy is a Roseate Spoonbill:
Tricolored Heron:
Common Moorhen:
Boat-Tailed Grackles (gotta love this name) - a he and a she:
Some sort of turtle-life:
Red-Winged Blackbird:
Black-Bellied Whistling Duck (another boozy name):
Great Egret:
Northern Mockingbird:
And a final Florida touch:
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