Whooping cranes posed for us and for several other locals including a couple from Corpus Christi who had lived there for over 30 years but had never seen the whooping cranes. They have a festival in late February early March but by the second week of March, the cranes are headed north.
I took a few more photos and of the sun rise that morning–and it was time to head home.
Houston traffic is always iffy but we were there slightly before lunchtime.
We arrived home in time to collect Toby and Dora, take them to the dog park, and attend the monthly bee meeting.
New adventures await us.