So, the other day when it was nearing sundown and I was looking for a place to camp, there happened to be a bright green field with egrets. And just as happendly the road went up a hill. And there, atop the hill, was open land. I pulled in and spent the remains of the day watching the egrets fly a short distance to their roost.
The next day, motoring down the far side (of the hill) and passing over the Gila River, I spied what I thought must be storks. On the other side of the bridge a large family of motorcyclists was clambering up to THE INTERPRETIVE CENTER so I went on.
But this time I had it to myself.
American White Pelicans
(Are there German White Pelicans?)
The history of the bridge:
https://www.hmdb.org/m.asp?m=54936
Swirling Birds & Egret
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