One of my surest signs of spring is the annual report from a friend in Wharton that ten-petal anemones are blooming in her yard. When she mentions them, I know it’s time to visit my own little patch at the Brazoria refuge: a generally dependable site for seeing the flower in large numbers.
This year, my timing was right, but when I arrived on the afternoon of February 20, I was greeted by a surprise. I expected the anemones would be white, the color I usually see, but at least half of the flowers were noticeably pink. I’ve seen occasional lavender or pink anemones in the past, but never so many at one time.
Having enjoyed the flowers, I spent some time visiting the refuge’s ponds and sloughs, where I found another form of pink preening at the water’s edge.
Too far away for sharply detailed photos, the pair of Roseate Spoonbills (Platalea ajaja) nonetheless were in the open, and great fun to watch as they used their long, flattened bills to sweep through the water, straining out whatever bits of food they found there.
Since the adults of this species lose the feathers on their heads and become a brighter pink, my guess is that these are older juveniles. Whatever their age, seeing them was a delight.