Hey there! It is my last day on the Ochlockonee River. I discovered after my last post that I missed one of those "o"s. The Brown Bird Yesterday while doing yoga in the grass I saw the Brown Thrasher bird that is by my campsite feeding a chick next to the saw meadow palms. The little chick would run back into the cover of the palms on occasion. No wonder the adult zoomed at me the other day when I played the Brown Thrasher call I found on the internet. It is interesting how when I learn a new bird species name it often becomes my new favorite bird. This one has a lovely repertoire of melodies like the mocking bird, which was/is a favorite too. The White S quirrel There are white squirrels in this campground too. Unlike the white squirrels in Wisconsin, these have a dusty streak of black down the back of their head and shoulders. Like they crawled under a dirty car. The other day I was looking up at one and of cours...
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