Swans are Birds

Pat earned some serious Hubby of the Year Points on Saturday.

Pat listens to the Saturday early morning sports show-whatever it is called, on KSL. He heard about Swan Days at the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge. I used to be a birder, I loved being able to tell them apart! So he took me, over to the park and we drove, at least10 miles off and on (sudden changes and car eating potholes) of dirt roas and then a full 12 of all dirt-one way-that was oftern ignored-road followed.

We could hear the swans even before we could see them. They were beautiful and huge, what I could see of them. You "see" the eagle eyes are not what they used to be. And worse, the doctors don't seem to be able to correct them! UGH!!! These tundra swans are headed for the NORTH coast of Alaska and Canada. Look on a map, that is a long way!

We also saw geese and ducks and lots of coots (little black duck like birds with whilte beaks.). In the visitors center they had a live pelican, one of my all time favoriites. They are big also-and fond in Florida (usually brown there).

I wished we had taken Ella but in the end, four hours of driving and only tow short potty stops just might have been asking too much. I had an idea for her birthday party though . . .

Thanks Papa!