Hoping All Is Well

  About mid afternoon, I finally had a chance to head to the pier to check on one of my buddies.  A brown pelican had been sitting on the end platform all day.  The bird had not moved, as far as I had seen, so I was a bit concerned about its well being.  It is not like the pelicans to sit idle for too long.  They have voracious appetites and do their dive-bomb fishing throughout the day and even on moonlit nights.  Seeing one resting for hours nagged at me enough to pay the bird a visit.

  Mr. PJ, the old dog, and I headed down to check our friend.  Most of the other pelicans had chosen their usual roosting spots atop the pier posts but this one was almost prone on the planks.  I had actually never seen one lie so low.  As PJ and I eased our way down the pier, all of the other pelicans took flight.  Not our squatty one, however.  It just sat.  The dog and I slipped closer.  Mr. PJ was curious but not overly eager to come in contact with the large bird so he stayed a few steps behind me.  Just as we were a few feet from the bird, it stood up, flapped its wings and glided out over the water.  

  Obviously, the bird was fine and was just resting.  Perhaps, as I was doing yard work, the bird had made a few fishing trips without my noticing.  I am glad.  I hate for any of my Bayou Friends to be ill.  To celebrate the good news about our friend, the dog and I decided to sit for a spell.  We watched the birds until a slight drizzling rain sent us scurrying back up the hillside.