Birds of a feather: 'A hunting we shall go, we'll catch a fish and wrap him in a dish and...who knows?
We returned to Lake Poway/Mount Woodson for a couple of hikes following our return from Argentina. Nothing has changed; it remains a very special place for us, in fact, delightful. Each time we visit the area, one of us is on the lookout for what the other spouse terms, 'Jeffrey's ducks'. We were fortunate again because we re-acquainted ourselves with an Osprey friend who seemed to be more than a little hungry. We'll take you through its flight plan and a few other steps we witnessed on another special day. (Further blogs from Patagonia, perhaps one of our best experiences, follow over the next week...) It's getting late and I'm feeling a little 'peckish'. Perhaps a fish taco for dinner this evening. 'Once I straighten the kink in my neck, I'll begin ambling over to the diner.' "Okay. Got my ducks in a row, tempting, but I really don't think it's ethical to eat family. Besides, I don't like white meat and, esp...