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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Monday, January 11, 2010

Pelican on Frozen Lake




I had the honor of releasing a pelican. He stayed at Wild Bird Rescue Center recuperating -- and we don't know what happened to him -- ate many minnows provided to him by Lila, but he was ready to go free. He may have suffered from hunger and exhaustion after the recent blizzard and subsequent cold temperatures. The surface over most of Lake Wichita remains frozen. The pelican, though, seemed to know what to do, and headed toward the lake. Eventually, he stopped at the opening of the cove and sat down near the reeds to wait through the evening.
Photographs by Bob Lindsay.
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  1. FrancesJanuary 12, 2010 at 6:51 AM

    Ok, I am so jealous!!!!! Are you going back out to check on the bird???? Can I goooooooo?? Rick and I went back out to Stone Lake to see if the two pelicans were out there -- but they weren't. We then headed out to Lake Wichita, but didn't see any (not sure where they are).

    Thanks go out to the Wild Bird Rescue (and you) for all they do!

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