“Hope” is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops ... at all - Emily Dickenson

Friday, February 9, 2018

Fajitas and Night-Herons

A cool and wet Friday. And what is special about Friday? Friday is the day Marisol comes to clean the apartment and change linens, so it is convenient for us to be somewhere else. So we hit the road to McAllen to drop off our recycling and pick up a couple of loaves of bread at the Breadsmith Bakery, with the intent to then go on to bird the Edinburg Wetlands. Breadsmith is a franchise chain out of Wisconsin that makes "European style" bread, which proves to be the kind of bread that both Lorna's and my Danish grandmothers used to bake a couple of times a week. I think both Gramma Berg and Gramma Adena would be proud of the bread.

Unfortunately, The Wetlands were having their annual student RGV Coastal Expo and we were not able to access the park. Changing plans, we headed for Weslaco with a pitstop at the Hutto Road exit to pick up handmade chicken fajitas at the Laredo Taco Company for a picnic lunch at Estero Llano State Park. "Picnic" meaning eating fajitas in our car in the parking lot. 





We walked the park, occasionally resting at benches, not seeing anything new except an immature Cooper's Hawk.  I was pleased with the photo of the three Snowy Egrets, but they are amazingly photogenic. You have to almost be trying to take a bad photograph of a Snowy Egret.







The Black-crowned Night-Heron was a harder shot as it was on the far shore across Alligator Lake. Being a hand-held shot, it required a bird that didn't move and a photographer that hadn't had too many cups of morning coffee. Because of the distance I really was quite pleased,  probably as much as any photo this year. 


























This cool weather is really getting to be a drag, - Gunnar

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