26 January 2012

Islamorada Journal 2012...26 JAN


Tuesday' night's sunset.

Bougainvillea.

According to Wikipedia, "The plant was classified by Europeans in Brazil in 1768, by Philibert Commer├žon, a French botanist accompanying French Navy admiral and explorer Louis Antoine de Bougainville during his voyage of circumnavigation."

I had always assumed that the flower was found on Bougainville Island in the Pacific and named after the island; but no, both the flower and the Island were named for the French explorer.

The flower is native to South America.


We haven't been able to get out on the water much thanks to the darned wind which has been blowing 15+ kts. for 4 straight days. We can, however, walk out on the basin and throw lures.

Usually nothing much happens. Maybe a hit from a small barracuda or one of the nasty needlefish that hang out here...sometimes one of the resident mangrove snappers will take a whack at a lure...but they mostly require live bait to fool.


Wednesday night though, there was a school of these fish out there.

Darned things weren't very large but they hit the lures like a ton of bricks and fought like the dickens.

Fish is called a blue runner, about which Wikipedia says, "Blue runner is...of high importance to recreational fisheries, with anglers often taking the species both for food and to use as bait. The blue runner has a reputation as an excellent gamefish on light tackle, taking both fish baits, as well a variety of lures including hard bodied bibbed lures, spoons, metal jigs and soft plastic jigs.The species is also a target for light tackle saltwater fly fishermen, and can push 6-weight fly tackle to its limits. The blue runner is used extensively as live bait for larger fish including billfish, cobia and amberjack. It is considered to be a fairly low quality table fish, and larger specimens are known to carry the ciguatera toxin in their flesh, with several cases reported from the Virgin Islands."

We put back each one we caught.


This pigeon hanged around in the yard for almost two days.

This is not an ordinary, every day, run-of-the-mill bird...but a genuine homing pigeon.


Deb looked up his band information on the Internet and found he was a homer...probably taking a little rest on his way back to wherever he belongs.

She put out fresh water for the bird which has now [the bird, not the water] flown the coop...or perhaps, flown back to the coop.

He didn't leave a thank-you note.


Deb's pic of an aloe? plant.

Wednesday night's sunset...version 1.

Wednesday night's sunset...version 2.

In tomorrow's blog: We see a manatee and get chased back to the dock by an approaching storm.


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