Enter the pelican

In desperation to warm up some tight muscles before a deep-tissue massage appointment, I headed out of the office for a brisk walk, last evening. About 10 minutes into it, I determined that it wasn’t working, or rather, I found a more attractive idea: go home, run a hot bath while fixing a quick dinner, soak a bit, then eat and head for the therapist with the strong hands. Heading back toward the car briskly, I spied a new visitor to my familiar route.

The path goes along the edge of a lagoon, which I think is a former marina, and it often has at least one of the following present: Great Egrets, Great Blue Herons, Osprey, Bald Eagles, and some sort of hook-billed water bird, perhaps a cormorant. This visitor was large and white, so I first thought it was an egret; there were two over where the lagoon meets the Mississippi river. This bird was floating, or rather, swimming as waterfowl do, but not as I’ve ever observed egrets to do. And it was big. Swan? No, neck not long enough, and the beak was certainly too long to be that of a swan. Spoonbill? I’ve seen a roseate one before, but only in Florida, and a quick glance at my Birds app (Android) determined that there isn’t any spoonbill species that would ever be in Minnesota. Then it turned its head. Bingo! Throat pouch.

Pelecanus erythrorhynchos

A no wake zone

I have a particular fondness for pelicans. They are adorably awkward yet brilliantly functional. More importantly, on our wedding day, Steve and I both saw (from windows in different rooms) a pod of Brown Pelicans pass by our seaside wedding venue. As loved friends and family streamed onto the lawn, awaiting our descent in fancy duds and nervous smiles, I watched these birds pass at nearly eye-level, maybe 30 feet away. Neither of us had any idea of a particular symbolism, but later we spoke of what we’d each seen, and we took it as a good omen, perhaps for abundance, lightness and travel in our future life together. Of course, nearly any wildlife sighting (excepting oversize possums and ubiquitous legume-eating bunnies) brings us nerds some joy, but I digress. I read today on the interwebs that in Ancient Egypt, the pelican was associated with death and the afterlife. Depictions of this animal in tombs were evidently sometimes used to protect against snakes. Christian symbolism presents the pelican as a caring and self-sacrificing parent. Pelicans are official birds for a state and some nations, and mascots for sports teams and universities. Pelican images appear on Albanian coins and nonfiction books. Here’s a familiar limerick, by Dixon Lanier Merritt, from 1910:

A wonderful bird is the pelican, His bill will hold more than his belican, He can take in his beak Food enough for a week, But I’m damned if I see how the helican.

On that note, I’ll end my fowl soliloquy and supply an update on our vegan-before-6 diet: it’s going well. I’ve lost a few pounds and have newfound interest in legume recipes and injera bread (for delivering said legumes to my beak). Planning breakfasts and lunches has gotten interesting! I think my midday energy has improved, though it didn’t really need help: at two recent afternoon kettle bells classes, my muscle endurance seemed improved. There are plenty of factors here at work (chiefly: I’ve been running a lot less than usual), but it’s possible that the plant-based diet is making an impact on my energy level. One last nature-themed note: during my walk, I was listening to a podcast that paired nicely with my pelican sighting (and not just because he was alone and fairly quiet): On Being’s “The Last Quiet Places” episode. I recommend it, not just because it’s a good listen, but because I’d love to hear your thoughts on it. Is silence on the verge of extinction?


One thought on “Enter the pelican

  1. MI says:

    I like the wedding story – a good omen for sure! And looks like I need to catch up on the vegan diet idea…which I could eat nothing but fruit & veg while traveling…

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