Yesterday afternoon, while I was visiting on the phone with my friend, Anne, who lives in Carson, New Mexico, my neighbor knocked on the door to say I might want to grab my camera and head for the river, pelicans were resting there. I bought this place last year after spring was turning into summer so I missed some of the regular spring occurrences. Apparently, this is one of them.
I put Buddy in his crate and told Anne I'd have to get back to her. Mother Nature had brought some visitors.
As I was heading to the river, another neighbor from down the road stopped and said he'd seen a large group of them where the river meets Whitefish Lake. He estimated at least five hundred altogether with about two hundred and fifty of them right here on my elbow of the river.
I took the steps leading down slowly and quietly, not wanting to disturb them. I wasn't prepared for what I saw: beautiful white pelicans lining the banks with many more resting on the small island where the river makes the turn. Though I tried to be quiet, a few took flight and flew upriver before circling back and landing again near the island. It was quite a sight.
Maybe spring really is arriving after all.