And now for edition 2 of … drum roll please.. Dog Show Weekend! Our boys will be running for the ribbons tomorrow and right now pretty much passed out in bed. To their credit it has been a pretty demanding day. Up at 8am, a leisurely stroll outside, breakfast, another saunter loop around the RV at noon, a nap in my lap while we checked out the local wildlife parks, another pre-dinner exploratory trek around the RV, dinner, another long nap, a taunt fest with a campground Cat from the safety of the RV, ANOTHER jaunt around the RV to make sure that damn Cat learned its lesson before calling it a day and curling up in bed next to Mom. Let’s all hope there are enough hours left in the night to get their legs/lungs sufficiently recovered from such a hard day.
In the meantime, let’s go back in time and visit today’s featured feathered friend.
I’ve been trying my best to bring you fresher posts – well, fresh by my standards. Today we need to head back a bit further to the fine year of 2017 – when men were men and Covid was only a concept in a C grade horror. In November that year we found ourselves down at Emiquon to see what the cold winds would bring to the area. The key to good finds in those flooded wetlands is to look for the loners. The ones keeping to themselves are usually the rarities that are simply passing through to their final vacation spots. No time to check out Santa Anna’s leg in Springfield or the pink elephant in Livingston and certainly no time to meet penpals at the local watering hole. Nope, find a quite location, rest the wings/lungs, replenish the nutrition stores and get back on the road…err wind. If we are lucky, we just might be standing on the shore with some big glass at that exact moment.
Hit the jump to see a few more shots of our little loner Grebe.