As you all know, many days in life are just plain ordinary. Sunday was a gorgeous day weather wise, but very slow for hunters. The only excitement there came when some hunters came in with what they said were four coots.
American Coots are generally low on the list for hunters to take, but with the birds not moving around on Sunday my guess is these hunters wanted to at least bring home something. Only problem was one of them was not a coot.
It was a Common Moorhen. I pointed that out to the hunters and Kay, and suggested she call LE (law enforcement) to report the problem. Hunters can take ducks and geese and coots on the refuge, but that’s all. They ended up with a fine, and the bird was confiscated.
I took Emma for her annual shots and did grocery shopping in Beaumont on Monday. The highlight of that day was that I finally got the Thorlo socks that I had ordered in the mail, so my feet are happy.
Today started out with a two and a half hour staff safety meeting. Silly me thought long rather boring meetings would be a thing of the past once I retired. To liven things up a bit, I went to get a hair cut, and then Emma and I took a drive around the refuge to see what we could see.
Should have known that these black vultures foretold the scarcity of birds that were willing to pose for pictures for me today.
Most everything was hiding, and the huge flocks of geese were somewhere else. We did see a nice flock of white pelicans just soring around though.
I checked the mailbox as we arrived back home in the late afternoon, and a box with my once a month mail from South Dakota was in it. It was kind of like Christmas in January. There were several Christmas cards inside, and a package from my sister.
Inside the package were a couple of things to keep me warm in the winter temperatures. I could have used those gloves with the mitten caps that fold over the finger tips last week when we had that blast of artic air. Funniest part of this is that my sister lives northwest of Chicago, and she has really been dealing with cold temps.
Doctor: You seem to be healthy for a man of 75. How is your love life?
Ole: Vell, almost every day.
Doctor: That’s remarkable. Tell me more.
Ole: Vell, almost on Monday, almost on Tuesday, almost on Wednesday, and so on.
Uff-dah! That’s the caliber of the jokes. I guess it’s supposed to keep my heart warm.
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy