We ran away from home, today, heading straight for the serenity of the Rio. Armed with Dunkin' from our newly constructed store, we found the perfect spot for birdwatching. The coffee was long gone and Mambo well into wondering what exactly we were looking for, when we decided to leave. On second thought: "Five more minutes, please, Joe," said I. And as if by cue, there in the distance lurked one lonesome bird of prey, majestic on his well hidden perch. Though rewarding, the experience was a far cry from last winter's visit with Vicki, recorded for all posterity here.
Next Morning Check: It seems that our timing was off. The Eagle Forum tells me that there have been as many as fifteen big birds sighted at this venue. We'll try again.
