Waiting at the ferry crossing for our drive from Port Aransas to Aransas Pass, we hear the siren approaching. A medical emergency vehicle coming up behind us shuts off his siren when he gets close, skirts the ferry line, drives right through to an empty boat, the gate goes down and off they go, all by themselves, “speeding” across the channel. I never thought of that: what happens when an emergency vehicle has to cross the channel. They run up to five boats, out of four landings on each side. The ferries have a rule, that there must be an empty boat, or one arriving, at all times, to accommodate emergencies. That should do it.
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Did a little more birding. Found some birds we were hoping to find. Didn’t find some we expected to find. Found some we hadn’t even thought about finding. That’s pretty much the story of any birding effort we’ve ever been on. We haven’t added any birds to our life-list lately. In the meantime, we decided to keep track of how many birds we see while we’re here the month of January. We figured we should be able to get to 100 no problem. We were right. We’re at 116 so far.
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We eat out of the back of cars. Food brought fresh to us. Once a week the shrimp man comes through the park: fresh jumbo shrimp, ten to the pound. The tamale lady comes twice a week: fresh tamales for dinner. For barbeque, we have to drive to town. Judy is outside pulling the heads off shrimp.
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Inca doves. They might look soft and cuddly, but let me tell you they are not. They’re cold and aloof. Every time you try to wrap your arms around them for a group hug, they just fly off. I don’t know what their problem is.
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And even the moonrise.