Isabelle is having a sleep over with my Mom tonight, and on the way to drop her off, we stopped at the Oxbow. What is usually a paradise of water birds was oddly, weirdly silent today. One lone kingfisher, and one lone great blue heron…
I was ready to leave in disgust when I saw “ducks” far off, beyond a chained-off section of the road (most of the Oxbow is flooded right now, due to all of our Christmas rain).
As soon as I saw the profile, I knew they were Northern Shovelers. (check out that link…my photos are not great)
Long bill, with a sloping forehead, told me what they were. Life bird number 111.
And at Mom’s later, her wild turkeys were out and about. We used to see 4 or 5 hens with 13 or so poults, but now, the poults that have survived are at adult size and the flock is at about 10.
Their favorite past time, it seems, is to take years off our lives by crossing the road in front of speeding cars.
There they are, in the distance, ready to scare the hell out of us.
Pretty blue truck: My brother’s. And he got it on eBay for a steal…just had to fly to Pennsylvania, pick it up and drive it home. I want one.