juvenile alligator |
baby alligators and turtle I haven't identified yet |
I saw my first alligator the first day we were out. What a thrill to see a wild alligator! We saw young alligators and huge alligators. We saw them everywhere we went. I saw many along the Tamiami Trail (highway 41) canal and pretty much anywhere there was enough water for them to hang out in. I didn't realize how beautiful their eyes are. There is a presence behind them.
Mostly what they do is lie in the sun, lie in the water, waiting and floating seamlessly through the water. They were never threatening but like a bison one shouldn't get to close. They can run 15mph and I can't, so caution was at the forefront of my mind.
yes that's a gator behind me. there was one to my left also. |
Gatorland group waiting for wading bird chicks to fall out of nests |
Being carnivores they'll eat pretty much whatever they can get those powerful jaws on. Seeing their scales close up I see that many smaller ones have yellow stripes. I never realized they had color to their armor. I'm guessing the color is on young and juvenile ones.
This young one may live to be 35 to 60 years old if it's living in the Big Cypress National Preserve area. The largest alligator ever found in Florida was 17 feet 5 inches. Florida has crocodiles,too but they're found in saltwater. We looked for them near Flamingo in the Everglades National park but didn't see any. We saw lots of alligators because we were mainly wandering around freshwater. I never got tired of them. I kinda miss them. I keep expecting to see them in the ditches around here. Enjoy the Mary Oliver poem.
Alligator Poem
I knelt down
at the edge of the water,
and if the white birds standing
in the tops of the trees whistled any warning
I didn’t understand,
I drank up to the very moment it came
crashing toward me,
its tail flailing
like a bundle of swords,
slashing the grass,
and the inside of its cradle-shaped mouth
gaping,
and rimmed with teeth—
and that’s how I almost died
of foolishness
in beautiful Florida.
But I didn’t.
I leaped aside, and fell,
and it streamed past me, crushing everything in its path
as it swept down to the water
and threw itself in,
and, in the end,
this isn’t a poem about foolishness
but about how I rose from the ground
and saw the world as if for the second time,
the way it really is.
The water, that circle of shattered glass,
healed itself with a slow whisper
and lay back
with the back-lit light of polished steel,
and the birds, in the endless waterfalls of the trees,
shook open the snowy pleats of their wings, and drifted away,
while, for a keepsake, and to steady myself,
I reached out,
I picked the wild flowers from the grass around me—
blue stars
and blood-red trumpets
on long green stems—
for hours in my trembling hands they glittered
like fire.
~ Mary Oliver
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