After an hour’s drive, I unfold out of the Jeep only to be startled by the quiet produced by the absence of any red wing blackbirds. On a previous visit with Jane to this remote water aviary last spring those crimson tattooed chorus members sheltering here produced a sonic wave of sound nearly bowling us over as soon as we opened the car doors. Today I notice only a distant cacophony of bird shrieks and screeches revealing the flock’s location.
Following the trail and sounds, I turn a corner to the amazing sight of crane covered fields. Watching these sometimes red masked stalkers reminds me of spending time with any family gathering over the holidays. There is some drinking, lots of eating, some squabbling and a lot of chatter. After my watch informs me that I have completed my requisite daily step requirement pacing the park trails, I find a bench and tranquilly enjoy the theater of aviary drama before me. Below are a few scenes from the crane clan gathering.
Pretty cool crane pics. Missing your smiling face. Stay safe!
Thanks! I miss your smiling face too!!
WOW, quite a blog this time, great. That meal makes me want to fire up the old coach and head your way. I long for a good jam with my guitar and friends. My grandson came over and we played together yesterday most of the afternoon. First time I had done that in 15 years. Today my fingers will hardly stand the keyboard typing this. So glad you had a great time, keep up the good work and I want to try one of those eggs when you come home next. GOD BLESS
JD/SD
Jim & Sandy
I bet your fingers are sore if you haven’t played for that long. I am afraid to not practice everyday lest I lose my hard won calluses and have to start over 🙁
Come on out, I’d love to see you. I will plan on deviling some eggs when I return to NC – just for you!!
I am heading into the kitchen now to try my hand at your deviled eggs. Never did before, but seems simple enough even for me. But I’d really like directions for the cornpone, which used to be my favorite dish at the K&W in downtown Greensboro.. Remind me to tell you about the night the K&W’s night baker sliced himself open with a bread knife in a suicide attempt, then ran all over the kitichen bleeding on eveything while he died. They had to close the place for a month to clean it up, and I doubt they ever got back their full customer base. Anyway, bad corpone can make you act crazy, which is why I need your recipe.
N. Clement
I don’t have any reeish, so I am scraping the cold slaw off an old hot dog and will advise success, or not.
NC
As requested, I forwarded the cornpone recipe to you. Can’t wait to hear how the deviled egg experiment goes!