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Largo Public Park

It was one of those spontaneous stops with which you have low expectations.  Driving back from the beach a sign "Largo Public Park" beckoned at the 4-way stop.  A smattering of cars on this Sunday morning was a good sign…for me.  Crowds and all that pit wetness inducing thing that vexes me.   So far, so good. 



This is a baby owl.  How studly at this age.  How regal and cool.  They had a person on the walkway holding this guy and another one.  They keep wounded birds they find on their grounds and these birds were either healing from wounds or will never be able to survive in the wild.  Of all the parks and nature preserves I have visited this is the first place that had their birds outside for easy viewing during open hours instead of in their cages.  



This gives you a little perspective on Little Guy's size.  


I finally go this guy head-on.  He didn't want to face me and his trainer/keeper kept trying to get him to look over.  Finally he did and you can tell he's a bit pissed.  Not sure why I wasn't worthy of his glare, but something about me tick whim off.  




This walkway out into the water is kind of nice.  Fairly long it's a nice place to just gaze at all the things around you.  Now I'll keep still awhile as you walk with me through the all the vegetation.












These turtles were basking in the dryness of the log.  Unfortunately we have spoiled these guys.  There is a place in the education center that will sell you some turtle food.  




When you stand on the deck you can see the water roiling.  That's the turtles coming over to get food, much like a dog begs for a treat.  Not having bought anything I therefore felt badly for making them go to all that effort for nothing.  Next time I'll get some food, darn it.    

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