Saturday morning, 7:00 a.m. on the dot, the geese came flying in, honking all the way. Shortly thereafter, after I walked Zoe in the latest accumulation of snow, and fed her, I went back to bed and in came the “Godzilla birds” as Jim called them. He was about to point them out to me last night but then the dog incident occurred and by the time we got back from the vet it was too late.
Before lunch Jim took Zoe for a long walk through a pedestrian tunnel that goes under I-80. We enjoyed the hawk, who sat there for a couple of hours, the ducks and of course, what we believe are the Greater Sandhill Cranes. Their heads and coloring are different but they literally looked like a 1/2 sized ostrich. Apparently they’re found in North America (especially Nebraska, the Platte River) and in Siberia.
They’re way cool to look at but there’s no way to see scale with a backdrop of 107 acres of wilderness preserve and snow on the ground.
Here’s the proof:
All for now, homemade mac and cheese for dinner. We ate a great pizza for lunch. More later. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 