Ted and I had been wondering about the pair of egrets that normally live close to our house. They wander from dock to dock and seawall to seawall, searching at the edge of the water for fish or bugs. We had not seen them until Friday. One was standing just outside our fence at the seawall, and the other was two docks down. I got as close as possible to take a photo, but finally spooked the one in our yard into flying. When it took off, the other one flew down to join its mate – two docks down in the other direction.
It took the bird population exactly 17 hours to discover the Hortons were back, and so were the bird feeders filled with food. The first to show up was a chickadee who flew down, ate her fill, then got on her tiny chickadee cellphone and called in the troops – how else could dozens of birds show up within an hour of the first one?
After a week of NO exercise, my body was screaming “go do something NOW”. So Ted got our bikes out of the shed, pumped up the tires, and said, “There you go!” HIS plan for exercise was a round of golf that afternoon with some buddies. We have a 12-mile “route” that we ride here. It is not nearly as strenuous as riding on Mackinac, but for good, steady pedaling, it works fine. The steady pedaling didn’t quite work out, because I stopped a couple of times to chat with neighbors who pulled up by me in cars or trucks to say “Welcome back” when they saw me. I also dropped in to say hello to Sally and Ed, who live up the street from us. SO good to see everyone again.
One thing I did want to show you from that first bike ride was the groves of pecan trees that are around us several miles up the road. We grow a LOT of pecans in south Georgia , and I wouldn’t be surprised if the nuts on those famous Grand Hotel Pecan Balls didn’t come from right here close to where we live.
Friday night we went with a group of friends to Pat’s Camp (about 14 miles “up the ri’vah”) for catfish – a southern tradition. In the south, fish of any kind are served with coleslaw, hushpuppies, french fries, pickles, and slices of onion. The fish, hushpuppies, and french fries are deep fried in oil. This is NOT a heart-friendly meal – but oh my gosh! It was soooo good! The best part, though, was seeing this group of friends. We had all said “goodbye” in the spring at this same restaurant – with catfish – and saying hello here was the best! As the winter passes, you will get to know these folks in Georgia like you did friends in Michigan.
I still haven’t seen Samille and Ralph, Becky and Larry, Deb and Mark, Ms. Sue, Sandi, Gary, Dan and Lisa, Jeff and Lisa, Renae and Joe, Tommy, Lynn, or Matt and Stephanie – but Ted has seen some of them at the “Bottom” (it will take a whole blog to explain what the “Bottom” is).
Tomorrow, I’ll take you on your first trip up the river. We’ll take the pontoon boat for a little “outing” and show you Lake Blackshear and the Flint River from the water. Come on along – we have plenty of life jackets for everyone!
NOTE: For those of you who followed me here from Bree’s Mackinac Island Blog: I have started a weekly update on the island blog, with information from friends who are on the island for the winter. These will be just short “blips”, but will at least give us a chance to stay connected. Winter photographs from the island will be posted on both sites. That address is http://bree1972.wordpress.com.