Wake up at 6 o'clock in the morning... Check. Put my jeans on over my sweat-pants pajamas...Check. Put on my long sleeve sweatshirt... Check. Put on both of my coats...Check. put on wool beanie cap... Check. put on wool gloves... Check. Waddle to the Lake... Check. Stand in below freezing temperature for two hours...Check. Wonder what could possibly have happened to my normal life...Check.
The lakes here are as dry as I've ever seen them, and that can't benefit the Cranes. The Cranes sleep standing up in the shallow waters, keeping them from most predators like coyotes. But if they're standing there in the dirt, the coyotes will decimate them.
They are big, cumbersome birds, and they take off pretty slowly. I've never seen one of them run, so they can't escape a coyote. They could do a lot of damage with their beak, but not enough to fend off a pack of coyotes... I feel sorry for them standing there on dry land.
It was a beautiful day again today: low 60s and mostly blue skies, but the humidity was in the 20s and 30s percent range, which means it's chilly in the shade.
The boondocking area is full. A couple of large class "C"s both with toads, took up enough space that four or five vans could've parked in. I didn't see any solar panels on the roofs, so they're not used to boondocking or realizing that boondocking areas can be fairly small.
I got to this boondocking area yesterday morning at about 9:30, and it was empty. But it was full after lunch, so it pays to arrive early.
Technically, I'm supposed to leave here on Saturday, giving me a few days to figure out what I will do. And my options look like this.
I could throw myself at the mercy of the powers that be and try to eke out another couple of days where I am now.
Or I could leave here when I'm supposed to on Saturday and mosey down the road to the overflow boondocking area half a mile away. That would allow me to sleep there and come back here for the days as much as I want; there's only a camping limit, no limit for day use.
Or I could go back to Tombstone on Saturday and stay there until the holidays are over. I'm still not thrilled about driving around on a holiday weekend, but Tombstones is only about 30 miles away so it should be all right.
As long as I have options, I don't worry about anything. I will probably give it more thought once I'm forced to decide. But I wouldn't even be thinking about what I would do three days from now if I didn't need something to write about in my blog.
I don't know why I enjoy taking pictures of these birds, but for some reason that even I don't understand... I do.
I think this picture is proof positive that I'm not the only lug nut that will stand next to a lake In freezing temperatures to watch a bunch of birds fly away.
I'm not even the only one that will stand here and take pictures of the event.
Matilda are you upside down? No Marvin your head is upside down again. well no wonder I can't find any crawly things to eat!
Off to McDonald's for breakfast where they get the $0.99 special; all the bugs, and other crawly things you can eat.
I waddled back to the camper half frozen stiff and took this final picture of the cul-de-sac boondocking area about 8 o'clock in the morning while I still had some feeling left in my fingers.
Most of the campers have gone already. Most folks only stay around for one night, and I can see why. A lot of the people I talk to while I'm here are bird people, or photographers, but not boondocker's, so they get tired of living like this after one night. Can't say as I blame them, there just not properly set up for it.