Christine and I went to a different bird sanctuary Sunday. It was beautiful and full of mallard ducks.
We also saw some Canada Geese.
We walked all around the pond but those were the only birds we saw. When I was a little girl I used to pretend I was Hansel lost in the woods with her brother. This little trail reminded me of that story.
Christine has the patience of a flea and said, (you may add swear words if you wish) "I just want to see an unusual bird sitting on a fence. Is that too much to ask?" I guess not, because right after that we saw an unusual bird sitting on a fence.
It turned out to be a red tailed hawk. It looked wonderful through the binoculars with its red breast. We were very excited and happy to see such a magnificent bird.
"Unusual" is code for a bad word.