When we walked in, heads turned at the bar, and I was reminded of those westerns where a guy walks into the bar, and everyone stares at him. I don't think the locals knew we were coming. But then, to my great surprise, a girl who I had a crush on back in high school, Carrie Vitelli (now Carrie Kemp) introduced herself.
We had a great time, and she is a great lady, working as a Catholic minister (un-ordained), helping disenfranchised people everywhere to find better lives for themselves. It was rewarding to know that at least there was one other good old fashioned liberal who came out of Sibley High School in 1956!
So I took one pleasant walk, but apart from some gulls flying over the lake, crows and robins, the only bird I saw was a black capped chickadee..which I see on my feeder every day.
When I go north, I am always in search of the Boreal Chickadee, whom by his very name, will tell you where he hangs out. He is easily distinguished by his brown cap.
We returned home today (Sunday). I took the soup hound out for a walk down by the track and, I'll be damned if I didn't see a flock of Solitary Vireos and an Eastern Wood Pewee! I gotta get to bed... maybe tomorrow I'll talk about these guys.
Thanks to Ben and Laura for the photos.