A bike ride conversation with grandson, Henry:

Henry:  What's my name?   (Editor's note:  Henry asks me at least 100 questions every day.)

Me:  Your name is Henry.

Henry:  What's your name?

Me:  My name is Dan.

Henry:  No it's not.  It's Grandpa.

Me:  Oh, okay.  It's Grandpa.

Brief pause...

Henry: I'm right and you're wrong.

Me:  Yes Henry.  You are right. When you're right, you're right.

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There isn't much shaking at the moment on the birding front.  I have picked up a few early migrant warblers to bring the YTD species count to 130.  My latest sighting was a Northern Waterthrush, although I took this photo on South Padre Island in 2023.

Next week we head for Walt Disney World for three days.  It will be the man cubs' second visit to WDW.  Crystal and I will have 24/7 duty for most of our stay.   If a major ruckus hits the national news from WDW next week... don't worry, it was probably us. 

We completed our overnight run from Daytona Beach to Charlotte to see the dentist this week despite what some folks considered to be a big snowstorm.  Having grown up in the snow belts of northern Pennsylvania, until the snowfall registers at least a foot, the precipitation is considered nothing more than a heavy winter dew.

Back in Florida, I hit several central Florida swamps.  The Roseate Spoonbills are nesting now.

Wood Storks are also busy scoping out prime nesting sites.

And, I finally managed to photograph the timid Sedge Wren.  Getting these small wrens out of thick vegetation for a portrait is not easy.  I played cat and mouse with this one for about 20 minutes before capturing this sequence.

Meanwhile, back in Key West, the man cubs are learning how to make an entrance.