Old Friends Passing Through

Theler is too far away to call it “home,” but it’s close enough that I go there regularly to bird when I don’t intend to make it an all-day, or longer, trip. In that sense, it’s “home,” the place I know and love best. It may not have the AHHHH factor of Malheur or Bear River in Utah, but there’s something to be said for familiarity, for the known, and the better I get to know the wetlands the more I love them.

When I recently saw these Yellowlegs, it was like greeting old friends I hadn't seen for a while. It made my morning spending fifteen minutes visiting.

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I wished them well as they continued their journey.

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