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id: 2025-10-31T18:26:00-0500
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title: 2025-10-31 18:26:??
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tags:
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- original-format/typewritten-print
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- status/complete
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- topic/hobbies/birding
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daily: "[[2025-10-31]]"
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# 2025-10-31 18:26:??
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_Friday Evening_
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This morning as I was leaving for work I saw a massive congregation
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of all the walky water [[birds]] I love so much. A hundred and more, milling about
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in-the early sunrise. The banks were covered in ibises picking at the grass
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around the feet of egrets standing proudly and spaced just so. A dozen anhingas
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splashed messily in the center of the pond while a lone stork looked on with
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the mix of judgement and reservation typical of the species.
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It was the first time I had left so late. I'll visit again tomorrow,
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hopefully I'll be able to get better pictures.
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I saw a few more around 17:00 walking around the pond after work. Some regulars:
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an anhinga drying her wings after a swim; a flock of mallard hens following
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in case I had food; a tricolor heron, as flighty as if I were standing over it,
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and pointing a gun instead of my phone's camera; but I also saw a beautiful
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great blue heron (_Ardea herodias_)---which, despite the wide berth I gave it,
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fled like its little cousin at my interest---and a common gallinule
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(_Gallinula galeata_), the latter I positively identified for the first time
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today. They have absurdly large feet, moorso[^1] the juveniles.
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[^1]: The common gallinule was formerly known as the common moorhen, only split from
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the Old World species (_Gallinula chloropus_) in July 2011. It may still be more
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widely known as "moorhen", thus the pun.
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Today was a good day---I've been at this for a while, one second...
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**2025-10-31 19:48:?? --- Late Friday Evening, Halloween btw**
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Today was a good day. If I could see so many gorgeous creatures every day
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as I have this one I might never shed another tear. I love birds.
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