On My Way Out of Town

Monday Pic's--SGI

Mom's pelican spot.

Bonnie and Clyde Head North!!!! (And Another Mystery is Solved)

WARNING!!!! WARNING!!!!! WARNING!!!!!!!

A notice to all interested parties including law enforcement officials across the nation's Mississippi River Valley.

Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow have escaped their surroundings in Saint George Island and are presumably headed north through Alabama, Kentucky, Illinois and Wisconsin. They are unarmed, but still dangerous.

Bonnie may be identified as one who mispronounces breakfast, (but not nuclear). She is often seen stealing small items from restaurants and their surroundings. Below she may be seen on the left purloining flowers from the garden outside Caroline's in Apalachicola. She has a known bladder problem and will be frequenting gas stations, fast food joints, roadsides, and waysides along the way. In an emergency she may have to barge in on unsuspecting homeowners. Bonnie also has a habitat of 'weaseling' particularly on bets (see below).

Bonnie may be seen below with her stolen items.

Clyde is the cool-headed one of this fearsome gang, plotting itineraries, finding lost items, packing their getaway vehicle to the gills, and also doubles as the getaway driver.

Three days ago one of the two keys to Sea Wings disappeared. We all spent some time going through everything we own more than once in an effort to find the key. Failing that Bonnie made a bet with her son as to when it would turn up. The bet was that they would find the missing key among their belongings.

Pictured below, Clyde finds the key under the driver's seat of the getaway car. Molly, errr Bonnie weasels her way out of the bet by claiming that the bet was 'when we get home.'

Interact with this dangerous pair at your own peril.

Dolphins Say Goodbye to Ann

For the past two days, maybe three we have tried in vain to view dolpins. Early in the week we saw them every day, sometimes in pairs (the dolphins, that is) and sometimes in herds or whatever they're called. But when we attempt to show others based on our mistaken predictions of tide or time or sun, we have struck out. We have had a spell of vicious weather--winds, howling winds, howling constant winds, and rain, lots of it. So we concluded the critters didn't much cotton to the weather either.

So today with Ann's departure, we attempted to connect with our male aquatic friends one more time. And you guessed it, they thrilled us, not only with how close they were . . .

but how acrobatic they were as well. This guy breeched completely once and was on a bucking bronco type ride all the way under both bridges and out to the bay, sending Ann off to the Tallahassee airport with misty eyes.

During a Tour of the Houses of Apalachicola, We Spotted This Distinctive Denizen

Mystery Deepens

Company came a-callin' in the form of old, dear friends from Elgin, Sara and Steve. One consequence, certainly not the most notable, was that Mom felt the need to clean up the poop from the welcome mat.

Three days later however, another deposit was made overnight, causing the Pith Investigative Group (PIG) to launch into action. Curiously the pile was made in the exact same location, was about the same size, and arrived in two piles.

During brefkist we discussed what the possibilities might be and ultimately thought that it was a big bird regurgitating berries and seeds. Further investigation as to where these seeds and berries may have originated led to a discovery around this property of just such roughage.


But PIG decided to seek expert advice from the Apalachicola Nature Center. After plowing through the comments from various staff members on which one might be the authority on excrement, the guy behind the desk offered the belief that it was a . . . . . . . .raccoon. That's right, nothing so noble as a bear, as beautiful as a mockingbird, or as exotic as a scarlet tanager. It was a raccoon. And the main thing that made him believe this is that raccoons usually do their dumping in the same location.

For the time being, we'll go with that.

Mom's Back to Normal

We had a late night visitor the other night. He/she/it left us two healthy deposits of excrement right by the front door. They were, as you may discern from the picture above, full of berries and seeds and each pile about the size of a silver dollar pancake.

We spent some time conjecturing over this phenomenon. Ann and I had seen bear signs, signs warning of bear, not warning signs of bears present, and thought that this may be evidence--late at night--berries and seeds. But the piles were not outrageously big and unless offered by a juvenile, were probably not bear.

But we certainly could not identify it. This is where Mom springs into action. We went out to lunch and Mom decided to make this poop identification her mission for the day, stopping at a friend's table during their meal to considerately inform them that I had taken a picture of poop at the doorstep and could they take a look at it to determine what it could possibly be.

All this is another way of saying that, although she still needs a pacemaker, she feels as close to normal as possible and is behaving thusly.