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Dive! Dive!

I'm still fascinated by this bird.  The pelican is one of the ugliest birds in the animal kingdom.  Just my opinion, of course.  Until they get in the air, then they are somewhat majestic.  Ungainly, awkward and stiff out of water, they become prehistoric-looking masters of the wind when cruising aloft.  Flying usually solo, but sometimes in groups with the timing, symmetry and grace of the Blue Angels. 
   
This post is devoted to their other unique trick, diving head first into the water in search of lunch.  



Target acquired.


Keep Your Eye On The Prize!






Splash!




OR...


Dive! Dive!



Steady!


Got it!


Sometimes Your Target Moves.


Locked on target.


Dive Dive!


Steady!


Damn! I lost it!





But If You Are patient, and Persevere, You'll Get another Chance...



















The first time I saw this feeding ritual was at the beach and I was mesmerized.  The geometry and skill to finesse this kind of behavior seems a bit more difficult than, say, the eagle or osprey.  They just kind of skim and catch with their feet, but a pelican must sight, dive and time it impeccably in order to get their catch.  All while doing it head first.  Then try not to choke on the morsel or drown.  Yes, I like these guys.  

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  1. What a wonderous bird is the Pelican
    He holds more water in his beak than his belly can
    And no one knows how the hell he can......or something like that? My Grandfather on my mother's side would say that at every opportunity of the mentioning of a pelican.

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