It’s been hard to put words together the last few weeks, because nothing real exciting has happened.
I moved over to Caballo Lake State Park last week. I came to this park last year. This year it feels strange to be here. I don’t know why?
One thing I’ve noticed in the morning hours, I awake to the ‘baw’ like calls of cranes moving south. I can’t tell if they are Common cranes or Sandhill cranes. Either way, just about 6:30 to 7:00 AM they start forming their V like formations and head south. Waves of them ‘baw’ out.
Since this ‘lake’ is just one of many along the Rio Grande River, the cranes and many other birds have been using this as a flyway for centuries. If you look at a map, the Rio Grande starts in Colorado. In the San Luis Valley in Colorado is another area of this flyway for the many birds that head south. Russell Lakes is a marshy area in the middle of the valley that allows a stop over for the birds life. I assume, going backwards, they come from the North near the Arkansas River then up from the North Park area I was in this past summer and to Wyoming and parts further North to Canada. Now they fly south, just like RV ‘Snowbirds.’
I’ll move farther south next week. I have an appointment for Geordie at the vet. He needs a rabies shot and I want to check his eyes again. I’ll camp at Leesburg Dam State Park closer to Las Cruces, NM.
Wish I had more to write. Sometimes the words don’t come.
Thanks for stopping by for this brief post.