Wednesday, February 11 2026
On the road. It's sunny and a bit chilly. Perfect jogging weather, but I’m not
jogging. I’m sitting in a motorhome passenger seat, traveling to Lake Bisteneau
in Louisiana.
We've been there before but I chose to return--I liked
the place. It's old but well maintained, and so far out in the boonies that I
wonder why the Louisiana parks department bothers. Maybe they like it too.
Molly and I saw armadillo on our walks and a couple of
squirrels. A wren that was probably a winter wren, but I forgot to go back with
binoculars and check it. When I tried later, it was gone. There was more water
in the lake than last time; I suspect they were doing their annual “draw down”
and had just started.
At dusk, which I was talking on the phone, an owl flew
by and perched in a tree. Then it started making “monkey sounds” and hooting
back and forth at an owl across the way. Barred Owls, of course.
Later, at the end of our nighttime walk, an
armadillo so excited Molly that she jumped off the edge of the deck, thru the
rails and three feet down. Silly dog.
It
didn’t hurt her, of course, sense her leash was attached to her harness and not
a collar. I had to tie up the leash and walk over and around the deck to
release her. The armadillo had ducked and run—for a change.
Spring here, sort of.
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