A Pelican Show and a Poem

A Marvelous Bird is the Pelican

His Beak can hold More than his Belly can

He can store in his Beak

Enough Food for a Week

And I don’t know How in the Hell he can.

My dad would love this Pelican Show. He used to recite the limerick on long auto trips.

My grandson Nick likes pelicans and so do I. What’s not to like? The bird dives with such abandon. It flies high over the water, then hovers for a second over its target. Suddenly, the bird torpedos straight down, head first, into the water. Its wings are not tucked in at its sides, but fanned out to make the bird look like a big ‘W’.  As it hits the water, the wings are gathered to the bird’s sides. Whether done by bird or water, I haven’t figured out yet.

A pelican doesn’t really fish. It scoops. After it surfaces and squishes the water out of its pouch, it swallows the fish. It looks like a miracle the bird catches anything, but the species seems to flourish. I guess the bird either is good at what it does or there are a heck of a lot of fish down there.

A long time ago, Nick and I made a pelican video. I’ll have to see if I can find it somewhere on the computer. If so, I’ll post it for you.

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