Last weekend was a gorgeous one for Dallas. Mild temps and blue skies. Perfect for a visit to White Rock Lake. Fantastic bird- and people-watching, a view no matter which way you went, and the calming effect of all that water. Bliss.
You can enlarge the photos by clicking on them for a slightly better look. Only way to see the white beaks on the coots a few shots down.
What could be more soothing than chilling by a lake with a friend.
White pelicans out for a synchronized swim.
And humans out for a synchronized row. The Highland Park Crew: blue and yellow oars slice the water as guidance comes from the coaching boat at right. Hope the rowers had a hearty brunch afterwards—they sure earned it!
A clump of black-crowned night herons
Two in a boat: a floating picnic
You can’t tell from looking at the picture, but each of those cubbies is a boat garage.
Coots are a hoot. They waddle on land and bob on water, their white beaks leading the way.
A beautiful tree bedecked with late-winter ornaments. Happen to know the name?
As I walked I saw father and son fishing side by side, another dad helping his little girl with her lifejacket for their kayak ride; a boy in the shade reading a book; a white-bearded man on a park bench, his wicker basket-fitted bicycle propped against it. Pink-cheeked babies, toned runners, fully kitted bikers, picnic blanket nappers—a lovely cross-section of humanity enjoying the gift of a beautiful day.
Saw quite a few birds for a late-morning visit. Bet it’s a birdwatcher’s dream at daybreak. A co-worker told me that migratory birds have been known to make a stop at White Rock Lake. Ah, flocks of feathered friends from faraway lands. I’ll come say hi.