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Excerpt from www.mtr-southislandline.hk:
The hanging art pieces named “Huddle” at the station and footbridge connecting Entrance A resemble Ardeid birds flying in the sky. They are created by a group of students led by local artist Mr Chao Harn-kae.
Black-bellied whistling ducks (Dendrocygna autumnalis) in flight at Harns Marsh, Fort Myers, Florida
Monarchs suspended somehow (not real ones); monofilament but it was so thin you couldn't really see it. Very cool effect. The hallway ceiling not far overhead into the butterfly exhibit area was covered.
Taken at Harns Marsh, Florida, 2015. I was fortunate enough to view 3 pairs of these Sandhill Cranes with young.
Sally and I went to Harn's Marsh Preserve specifically to hunt for more apple snail shells. After slogging around in water and slimy silt up to our ankles, we found an unremarkable number... and those were mostly buried in mud. I then discovered they were all over the DRY bank behind me. Once I discovered that it was like an easter egg hunt. After we filled our buckets, we started making small piles on the edge of the road that we could pick up on our way out. There were so many more we left behind. At this point they look like burnt, stinky cinnamon buns. See adjoining shot for what they look like after soakings and scrubbing.
Sally and I found these at Harns Marsh Preserve, ~45 minutes by car from Sanibel Island, where we were vacationing. (details next frame)
I read this posting on iloveshelling.com before our first trip to Sanibel Island ~5 years ago:
www.iloveshelling.com/blog/2013/11/19/filling-the-apple-s...
That year, and the next time we stayed in Sanibel in 2014, Sally found some way of dissuading me from trying our hand at collecting apple snail shells at the Harns Marsh Preserve ourselves. (She really, really doesn't like alligators; 'snakes either, but mostly alligators.) This trip we finally did it. We carried a dog-eared printout of Pam's article, and followed every suggestion, and the next thing we knew we were wading in water well above our ankles, parting the reeds of the marsh...and finding empty apple snail shells! I even followed Pam's 3-day cleaning process to the "t".
Scrubbing and draining them up to the last minute, I didn't really get a good look at them clean until after we returned from vacation. I'm still shaking my head at striped snail shells the size of small apples, with the soft play of blues and lavender and gold, like a Georgio Morandi painting.
Thank you, Pam!