When I was  a mere broth of a lad, we had in our ‘vast’ library of books a volume entitled  “Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great”, by some dude named Elbert Hubbard. It was filled with wide-eyed stories of visits to great historical people. Some with really funny names to a young lad.  Aristotle, Copernicus, Jane Austen, Eras-someoneorother ….

I acquired much later in life a copy of his “Day Book”, which was a collection of his ‘thoughts’ on various subjects. Nowadays a google search will find lots of them in disconnected ways.

He perished in 1915 with the sinking of the “Lusitania” which bought the United States in the First World War.
Intriguing really as one of his quotes was.

As long as governments set the example of killing their enemies, private individuals will occasionally kill theirs.

But back to Little Journeys.
A friendship that goes back a long way and includes all sorts of family connection is with Mark from over on Flickr at mdsmedai9.  So when he suggested he would swing by for a visit in the Winnebago, we decided a “Little Journey” to the Western Treatment Plant was in order.
Bet you were, dear reader beginning to think I’d never find a link for the title.  Sad.

Of course on such short notice, the weather was in no mood at all to be co-operative. And it wasn’t.

Still we had a grand old chat, drank some earl of grey, and found at least a few birds for him to photograph.

At about the same time,  my friend, (Whoa!! how many have I got??) Nina, (Nina and I used to work together a long time ago,  in what can only be described as “another life”) had also been down for a “Little Journey” to the other end of the WTP, to visit the amazing Red-necked Phalarope and found some great looking young Black-shouldered Kites for her time.   One of which she is graciously letting me publish in this blog.

Enjoy, we did.

 

 

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