Two little Who Dats, dat’s who!

It’s a Sunday morning, a very still, quiet morning–the morning after the New Orleans Saints won a playoff victory while tens of thousands of Who Dat Nationals chanted and cheer them on. They must have chanted well into the night, as indicated by the absence of Who Datters posting on the ever-popular social networking web site, Facebook.

Yesterday morning, the power went out, and I found myself out on the porch, bird watching again. Earlier that morning, I had noticed a drab olive green bird and thought it might be a painted female bunting. After validating that in my trusty Sibley Bird Guide, I went to get my camera out of the truck and noticed this little guy sitting in the back yard, not a care in the world . . .

and I’ll say it again (at least once) . . ‎”Oh, a wondrous bird is the pelican! His bill holds more than his belican. He can take in his beak Enough food for a week. But I’m darned if I know how the helican.”     PS:  Mr. and Mrs. Painted Bunting are still hanging…

BW is watching fall migratory birds down the bayou!

Three little reasons to reduce my carbon footprint to the best of my ability.