Today was Carolina Day. Pretty-dang-big-deal down here in Charleston. Probably not such a big to-do up in Boston, or Chicago, let’s say.
There’s a parade. Lots of Pomp. A caboodle of Circumstance. Ringing of Bells. Playing of Bands. Flags Flying. Fifes (Not Barney). Bagpipes. …. and of course….. hats.
It was actually a a nice celebration which commemorates the American victory at the Battle of Sullivan’s Island on June 28, 1776, repelling an invasion by the British navy and army.
There was a wide assortment of attendees…..
Feathers, seemed to be the order of the day.
And we ate lots of macaroni.
“Yankee Doodle went to London, just to ride the ponies…
Put a feather in his cap and called it Macaroni…….”
(It was the Patriotic thing to do… eating all the macaroni. I asked Presidential-hopeful S. Palin, who General Moultrie was, and she said he was the guy with the feather in his cap, spreading macaroni through the land, while riding his horse, and shooting his gun. She knows her Patriots I’ll tell ya’!)
“….ooooh Yankle Doodle spread the mac,
Yankee Doodle Dandy……..”
…of all people, I thought you would explain that line “put a feather in his cap and called it Macaroni”. I see that it’s in caps. Was it a person? Place? Or was ol’ Yankee Doodle just on drugs?
…and I hope that isn’t the momma of those baby birds….
We are pretty sure these are the Black Crowned Night Heron. We’ve heard more than one native Charlestonian refer to them as this as well….
They nest in the trees down at the Battery. They’ve pooped on Frances, twice…
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With a range that spans five continents, including much of North America, the Black-crowned Night-Heron is the most widespread heron in the world. It is most active at dusk and at night, feeding in the same areas that other heron species frequent during the day.
The bird watchers even call their place at the Battery a “Rookery”…..