Another Saturday Night

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Winter Storm Noah

Another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody;
I’ve got some money ’cause I just got paid;
Oh, how I wish I had someone to talk to;
I’m in an awful way.

Was looking for a way to start my weekly tirade and couldn’t think of anything except the preceding stanza from Sam Cooke’s “Another Saturday Night.” Seems apropos, however, since I’m sitting behind my keyboard, typing away, with no one around except in my memories.

That’s nobody’s fault but mine anyway, so I’ll just change the subject.

Winter Storm Noah is passing through the region. We’re supposed to get 1-3″ before it ends, which looks like it has. The above photo is what’s accumulated in Andalusia at around 10:30 p.m.

Was at Lake Luxembourg this afternoon. Figured I had better get out and do something, having been housebound for the past week with the flu. Finally got over it. Spent the time while fighting the virus, reminiscing about my glory days at Mardi Gras, back when I was working before retirement and could afford such frills.

Like music, photographs bring back the nuances from days gone by. I made several videos from leftover pictures and clips, stored on an external hard drive, posting them on Youtube, reliving the fun and shenanigans at one of my favorite cities in the world; but no one on Social Media seemed to care, except a couple of friends I have on there.

Maybe it’s because of the #MeToo movement, which seems to have dampened any such activity that might be construed as objectifying women. One of the offshoots of Mardi Gras is the nudity that’s displayed by fun-loving individuals, letting loose during that annual festivity.

It seems as if we are living in such a confining era of political correctness and puritanical imprisonment of thoughts and actions. Even Twitter enthusiasts stayed away from acknowledging Mardi Gras, as it didn’t trend at all throughout that day.

Getting back to Lake Luxembourg and another topic in which only a few of my Social Media compadres seem to be interested, the resident bald eagles there appear to be incubating eggs.

Upon my arrival, I notice one was perched in the tree and the other was in the nest, as seen in the photos below:

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Lake Luxembourg’s Nesting Bald Eagles

I had presumed the bird on the limb was Louie, while Lucy was in the nest, but was surprised to find out the opposite:

Out of the nest, the roosting bird flew up and landed on the branch next to its mate.

Notice the green band on its foot, determining the eagle is Louie. He had been sharing the task of sitting on the eggs while Lucy took a break; and the eagle looks to be telling her he had enough.

Shortly thereafter, the male took off, as if on a mission. I didn’t see him again for the rest of my time there. I took some video which I’ll post here as an update when available, if it came out OK.

In a month from now, St. Patrick’s Day will be rolling around. Not only is that festivity a harbinger of spring, but it signals the arrival for my beloved ospreys, who are back along the Delaware River by then. Last year we had a major snowstorm that kept them south for an extra week or so. Hopefully, the worst of winter is over.

March can be a tricky month, so I better not say any more and jinx us.

Thanks for stopping by and for your continued support.

Here’s the update, which isn’t as clear as I would have liked. I captured the footage with an old cam to see how the digital zoom compared with the Nikon. No contest there, although I thought it was OK:

 

About Mike Slickster

As an early retiree with an honorary doctorate degree from the proverbial "School of Hard Knocks," this upcoming author with a lot of free time on his hands utilizes his expansive repertoire for humorous yet tragic, wildly creative writing that contains years of imaginative fantasy, pure nonsense, classic slapstick, extreme happiness and searing heartbreak; gathered by a wealth of personal experiences throughout his thrilling—sometimes mundane or unusually horrid—free-spirited, rock-'n'-roller-coaster ride around our beloved Planet Earth. Mike Slickster's illustrious quest continues, living now in Act Three of his present incarnation, quite a bit on the cutting edge of profundity and philosophical merriment as seen through his colorful characters, most notably evident in the amusing Thirty Days Across the Big Pond series, all of which can be found at Lulu.com.
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