Only in Florida

Only in Florida

Guest Post by Nancy Dobias

When you think you have heard everything, there is always one more story that blows your mind.  This past weekend Larry was at a NEST meeting and while there he talked with a man about the Circle B Bar Reserve.  The man grew up in the area and was quite familiar with this park.  He recalled being at the park one time when the weather had turned cooler and the alligators were acting rather dormant.  In fact, they were so lethargic, that some tourists thought an alligator they encountered was FAKE.  When he saw the tourists, they were attempting to take pictures with the supposed "fake" alligator.  He told them to get away from the animal, that it was dangerous what they were doing.  The tourists ignored him and continued posing with the alligator, leaning their elbows on the alligator.  As far as they were concerned, the alligator was not moving; therefore, it was fake.  He again told them that this is Florida.  This is the swamp.  Florida doesn't need fake alligators.  This alligator is REAL.  They continued to ignore his warnings.  He walked away shaking his head.  He did not want to be there when that alligator warmed up.

Today I went to Myakka River State Park to see how the alligators were doing, whether they were hanging out on the banks of the river or whether the river was still too flooded for that to happen.  The river is starting to recede and since it was a humid day, the alligators were taking advantage of every dry area they could find.  Basking in the sun was high on their list of priorities.

Although they're generally on the other side of the river, one had even found his special place on my side of the river.  Naturally a limpkin forewarned him that I was coming and I guess that is why he was not startled when I came upon him.   (I appreciated the warning too!)

A few still hadn't found their perfect spots and were still cruising the river waiting for one to magically appear. I did see a cluster of four or five up around the bend on the other side of the river, but in trying to get a better picture of them, I ended up spooking them and scared all but two back into the river.  Too bad that Spanish moss interfered with my shot.  When I tried to get a better shot, even these two wanted nothing to do with me and they too entered the water.

Because I had screwed up their day in the sun, I figured I should just leave them alone and wait for a warmer day.  Then they might not mind an unexpected dip in the river.