Photo by Wayne Crick These four Lady Panther athletes set a new Delta High School record in the 3200m relay in 2013. From the left, Clarissa Whiting, Skylyn Webb, Mykayla Music and Cleo Whiting combined talents to set a new record for the 3200m relay with a…
Several area athletes were honored for their committment to track in 2013. Class 4A selections to this year's All-State track team include freshman Greta Van Calcar (Palisade) and Glenwood Springs senior Auston Tribble.
Photo by Tamie Meck Cedaredge wrestler Zac Anderson attempts to stack his opponent at the fourth annual Paonia Summer Duals wrestling camp. Cedaredge and Delta brought several young wrestlers to this camp.Summer wrestling tends to be a bit different than the…
I haven't seen Grand Mesa at all today, and the West Elks have just vanished again. I know that we need the moisture desperately, and I know that it is January.
Yet I long for a warmer clime!
But I can't afford to leave town! So I gaze at the program from the Whooping Crane Festival of 2011 in Aransas, Texas. And dream. Of course the whoopers were the prize birds of the trip and happily Karen (my birding buddy) and I saw plenty. The Texas coast subtropical environment was all new to me and there were other birds that I especially hoped to see — like the roseate spoonbill.
On the second morning out, we were driving along the gulf shore, and there were six spoonbills — all pink! And the bills looked as impossible as they did in the field guide! Two were preening, two seemed to be asleep and two were foraging. What a treat! Before we started this trip, I did some research and learned that these birds usually forage alone. They sweep that spatula-shaped bill back and forth across the water to find small creatures. As I gazed at them, I thought, "Avocet?" Those familiar birds of Hart's Basin forage in this manner. But this bill! It seems impossible (but then I'm not a spoonbill!).
They are more common in Florida, so I feel particularly lucky to see them here in Texas. They occur all along the Gulf of Mexico coast, into South America and the West Indies. Normally I'd be interested in details: the nest, the eggs, incubation, fledging period and names: Ajaia ajaja?
What a strange name . . . I wondered what it meant. Though my field guide gave some information, I didn't even look. I was far too busy just admiring these pink birds of the subtropics.
Now the wind's up. I see the sideways snow out the window. And I don't care!