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Alligator Walk - Part 2

OK, You're back. Let's continue our Alligator Walk at the Boyd Hill Nature Preserve in St. Petersburg, Florida. After one of the most boring instructional lectures by a Preserve volunteer, we ambled down gravel pathways looking for one of those gators. The lecturer said that on these walks which they do once a month, the gators don't always show themselves. It is not a zoo, but a natural preserve and the animals here do pretty much as they please.


I'm mostly going to shut up now and let you wander.  











Yes, that's a tail.




A gator sunning himself.



At one of the open areas, this guy was down the lane a bit.  He never moved even with all of us rubbernecking and taking pictures.  But he knew we were here. 



There's another one on the bank to the right of the bird.






Gators like what is called brackish water, neither all fresh nor all salt.  


Lots of walkways here,  about 6 miles worth.


This lady didn't seem to mind becoming gator food.  I, however, made sure he'd get her before he'd get me.  Ever the gentleman.


Beautiful place, I'm going back soon.



Kenzie and Norah checking out the Old bridge Trail.





We had left the group by this time and noticed this home for some kind of varmint here tucked between two trees.  Beaver?



There is also an aviary that houses several predator birds who have been injured. 



That does it for our tour and Alligator Walk at the Preserve.  Sometimes the coolest things are in your own backyard.  This preserve is only 4 miles away and can provide a restful and enjoyable day in the wild seeing stuff some people never see except in zoos.   And all this for the cost of a bottle of beer and change.   

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