Pelicans?

Or pelican/elephant hybrids? Or land-based sea horses?

Are those trunks or beaks?

Or could it possibly be unfurling evergreen ferns? Nah!

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¿Serán pelícanos? ¿O híbridos de elefante con pelícano? ¿O caballitos de mar terrestres? ¿Esos son picos o trompas?

¿O tal vez podrían ser helechos en el proceso de desenrollarse? ¡No lo creo!

The pelicans

"Comically elegant ..." That's the first thing the Cornell Lab of Ornithology finds to tell us about the brown pelican. It fits. Watching them, I didn't know whether to laugh or admire.

There's the cool headgear; a white cap, dark brown collar, and orangey duck-tail haircut. And a yellow and pink neck scarf.

Or there's the Ministry of Silly Walks tryouts; these big birds do better in the air. Or in the water.

Watch them in this video, around 1:53.

And then there's the intelligence in their eyes.

Quietly thoughtful.

Or deeply cynical.

Or, more probably, they're just thinking, "Fish, fish, fish!"

These are big birds, smaller than the northern white pelican, but still hefty; they may weigh up to 5.5 kilos (12 pounds) and have a wingspan of up to 8 feet, about the same as our bald eagles. The bill is about a foot long, and can expand to hold 3 gallons (12 litres) of water.

Adults have white heads, sometimes with a tinge of yellow. In breeding season (which depends on the location and climate), the back and sides of the neck turn a deep reddish brown.

The youngsters have brown heads and necks, and brown eyes.

The hooked tip of the bill is yellow and orange in both the adults and the young pelicans.

With the lens on the camera at the time, to get a full shot from close up, I had to tip the camera. This large adult is waiting beside the fish-gutting table for scraps.

Pelicans are able fishers, diving from the air to stun small fish, which they scoop up in their bills. But they adapt quickly to human activities, and all the pelicans we saw in Mazatlán were hanging around the beach, waiting to be fed.

Home again

Midnight supper on the Mazatlan beach. Lunch in Mexico City. Supper somewhere over Arizona. Midnight supper in New Westminster, lunch on the ferry in the Strait of Georgia, supper at home in Campbell River. 21 hours travel time.

I'm back. I'm sunburnt, my feet are blistered. I've ridden in buses, open-sided taxis, planes, motorcycles, ferries, and boring cars. And I'm tired, tired, tired.

But I had a good visit with my son, I watched frigate birds soaring overhead, and I got down eye to eye with a pelican.

Patient pelican

And I came home with almost a thousand photos to sort. Better get started!