... punctuated by moments of excitement.
Or not. We were out this morning to try again for the Rose-throated Becard at Santa Ana. There was a rotating group of half a dozen people staring hopefully into the high greenery of the trees where it was last seen. People came, people left, more came to take their place. Nothing.
After a couple of hours we threw in the towel and decided to walk the long way around Willow Lake. More nothing birdwise, but the weather was sweet and it was a beautiful walk surrounded by curtains of Spanish Moss hanging all the way to the ground.
Earlier we had met a gentleman who takes videos of birds and he was looking for a Winter Wren. Lorna directed him to a location to where she had seen and photographed the Wren, which is apparently rare this far south. When we approached the area from the back side the guy was there with has camera trained into the low brush over the water. He gave her a big smile and a thumbs up. Alas, the bird did not show again, though he was quite excited when she showed him a link to her photos on her cellphone. He was of the opinion that if she submitted them to eBird at Cornell University the course of ornithological science would be changed forever and she would possibly become world famous. Or something to that effect. He did not seem to grasp that world fame was not only not a goal, but would be a living nightmare to an introverted person.
By then it was early afternoon and my stomach had been discussing lunch for some time - here's some pictures I shot on the way back to the truck.
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| Great water edges, eh? |
Lunch was good. Next, a nap. - Gunnar
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