It’s
so easy.
Until
it isn’t.
Drove
into Rockport for a visit with Dovie. She’s the one who painted pelicans
and spoonbills onto shirts for Judy all those years ago.
Now
in her late 90s, she says we’re the most longtime friends she has from the
shop. It has been 25 years. She made all the fish decorations on
that shirt she’s wearing. Now she uses a computerized sewing machine
though, instead of hand-painting. She says she just doesn’t have the time
to do as much artwork now.
We’re
at Goose Island State Park, 180 miles north of Sandpipers.
Bayside.
Fresh sea breeze, but we’ll take a sheltered site in the forest for a few days.
A
buffer behind the dunes, built up at great effort with tractors and loaders;
dunes which are then elaborately sculpted by the erosion of wind and rain.
It
said:
“Men
are twice as likely as women to have a hearing problem,
but
only half as likely to admit it.”
What?
First,
we found a place with plenty of them. The grain silos around Progresso
are a good place to start.
A
lot of them were red-winged blackbirds.
There
were brown-headed cowbirds.
Bronzed
cowbirds.
And
our target for the day, the yellow-headed blackbird, in the center of this
frame, to the right of the pole.
He
was being reclusive.
It’s
a lake with no outflow and an underground, 4-million-ton, salt dome right
beneath it. The salt is from the Jurassic period. This area was
part of the Gulf of Mexico back then; that’s where the original salt came
from. This is not the only salt dome around here, it’s just the one that
geological conditions exposed. Salinity in the lake is 10 times that of
the ocean. Seasonal rainfall determines how wet or dry the lake is.
It’s pretty white right now. We haven’t had a rain lately.
But
then I might be sounding too much like the guy who just bought an iPhone
instead of an Android…
She
was 15. Judy’s older sister, Sue.
In
their family, Sue filled the role of parent, so when I picked up Judy to go out
on a date, we sat at their dining room table with Susie while she set the
rules. We acknowledged even then, with a smile, that it was a little odd
having someone younger than me being the parent, but the rules weren’t too
tough. Home at a decent time and don’t get in any trouble. We never
did.
Judy
and Susie were so close. As children, they protected and comforted each
other, as much as they could, through some difficult times. And all of
our adult lives, the three of us, Sue, Judy, and me, were good friends.
We enjoyed, respected, and supported each other.
Sue
passed away peacefully in her sleep today. It was a several-year fade as
her memory left her. Another contemporary we love and will miss.
The
Great Backyard Bird Count. (The backyard now being every place on the
planet.)
8,257
species reported. That’s out of about 10,000 known species. Pretty
good percentage for a four-day effort.
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