Oh Harlingen Harlingen Harlingen

The white-throated sparrows seemed to say from the trees above the funeral home where we paid our final respects to Jeff’s dear grandma. Now sitting in the Houston airport planning to spend the night in a chair, after boarding a plane to visit the home of the Rio Grande Valley birding Festival, it seems like they knew. This trip has been a hard one. First delayed by loss now by weather, even though to look outside it seems clear and beautiful. The hotels are all full and we are due to leave first thing...9:00 in the morning. Although it is lucky we sat around to shoot the bull with the agent because he noticed they had booked us on flights to Harlingen Wednesday morning...not Tuesday! What a save. At least. I am so excited to get to see Marci and her new kitchen and butterflies and green jays and chachalacas! Oh, I will be glad to see the palm trees that always signaled home was in sight. So I’ll be singing the white-throated sparrows song all night...Oh Harlingen Harlingen Harlingen.