Of the great blue heron.
Standing stock still for an hour, if need be, waiting for the perfect ambush.
Then watch the tri-colored heron. No stealth-hunter, this bird.
No standing around waiting for food to swim by.
This bird is going after it!
Judy and I were hanging out with Victor, our friend in Mexico. Instead of taking a selfie recently, we each took a picture on my phone, and Hal assembled all of us together for a group photo.
I like that. It helped Andy and me, from two thousand miles apart, get ready for football together today.
Two weeks from now, it was supposed to be the battle of the lucky ponchos. Poncho a poncho.
Okay then. Go Hawks!
At noon, it was 80 degrees. At noon-thirty, it was 60. Even in South Texas, a forecast low of 28 by tomorrow night.
The outside house plants are having a hall party for the next few days.
For the secretive clapper rail.
About the size of a small chicken, it is much thinner and can slip through dense vegetation. It’s a coastal saltwater marsh kind of bird. Secretive, but with a distinctive call. Heard way more often than seen.
