Life on the road with a digital connection. We’ve been able to keep in touch with the office, respond to client inquiries, do some promotion, some preparation for the rest of the year, get our calendar all filled with jobs, and even did a webcast. A client asked me to participate in a 90 minute webcast entitled: “Everything you’ve always wanted to know, but were afraid to ask your auditor.” Guess which part I got to play. A good time was had by all, and people got to talk to an auditor in a non-threatening environment. And good news…. there is no danger we’ll get any more clients as a result of the effort. The participants were scattered all across the western United States, with none in our service area, Colorado and New Mexico. We’ve been filling up the calendar, and it’s getting scary. Most of last year’s clients are coming back for 2006, we’ve already added three new ones, I’ve proposed on a big job in Snowmass that would take a month, and we wrote a proposal for Colorado Habitat for Humanity to do any of their 26 affiliates that want us…. Maybe my work here is done, and it’s time to just go work with clients for a while. In the meantime, we’re moving on. We’re leaving the third coast. Tomorrow, Lost Maples State Park in the Hill Country, west of San Antonio.
Birds
New bird! Groove billed ani! We’ve been coming here every January for fifteen years and we’ve never seen him. We just got lucky this trip. We got lucky and a local birder alerted us to a pack of them about forty miles away. We didn’t get the whole pack, but we got one really well. Fine looking boy, isn’t he?
Beach
The view for the beach campers, waves in the wind.
Beach
Beach camping. For free.
Port a
Another Wild Kingdom moment on th weekend. Watching a pack of twenty-five great blue herons scattered about the wandering water in a tall grass wetland, we spotted a red-shouldered hawk standing on a little blue heron carcass. The herons spotted him too. Twenty-five long necks with little heads popped up out of the grass to watch. A ferruginous hawk joined him. The hawks were okay with each other, both standing at the same carcass, but not with the dive-bombing peregrine falcons. A pair of peregrines hassled the ferruginous into leaving. The red-shouldered finally flew away out of sight, lugging the treasure in his talons. The peregrine pair flew back to stand on the sandbar on the salt flats watching the gulls and shorebirds.