Any complaints I have about today have nothing to do with social isolation and have everything to do with technology and how I don’t get it. There was a time when I thought I did get it, but I was kidding myself. Seems like a lot of people are frustrated over needing haircuts, but at the rate I’ve been tearing my hair out over my computer issues I’m thinking that that won’t be a problem for me for a while yet. It was a struggle, but for the moment I have a nice back up drive installed on the desktop computer, and that means my editing program is back to working like a charm. And I enjoyed using some new editing tips learned in the last few days in our online photography classes. Thank you to Fearless Leader Jeff.
I stopped at the rookery this morning to see if the cattle egret chicks had hatched, and yes, there are chicks on one nest so far. And two more nests that I could see.
So two new little guys and the three amigos are still standing in the nest and sounding off for someone to feed them. They really seem to get to spend a lot of time on the nest. I mean a LOT. I suspect that with all my computer issues plus the online classes I may have missed the grand finale of the bluebirds in the bird house. I read that they get kicked out of the nest in only 9 or 10 days, and I’ve seen no bluebird activity in the last couple of days. Those wood stork teenagers don’t know how lucky they really are.
And how nice that when I got home I got word that the sandhill crane chicks in my old backyard had hatched. They were less than 24 hours old, but I knew I had to go see them quickly because they will probably be marched off the nest for their first adventure tomorrow.
There was one more adventurous chick, Mr. Independent, off on his own a bit. And he seemed to have plenty to say about life in general.
And then hidden in the grass close to mom a more cautious chick. 
It was a good day. Progress was made and time is passing. The next county south of us is opening swimming pools next week. I don’t know if I feel like it’s too soon, and I don’t know if I can resist when they open up here also. We’ll see.
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 