1,000 year old Oaks and Whooping Cranes

We drove over to the Old Tree this morning, a Live Oak in excess of 1,000 years old. 

The not-quite 1,000 year old live Oak.

There's a legend about the Live Oaks.  When darkness falls, the Oaks begin to dance.  They dance all night, but when the first rays of light dawn, they all freeze in position.  Nancy's response "We'll have to note the branch's position tonight".  My response "Hell no!  What if they're different in the morning?"

And, in the field almost across the road,  farmer had been feeding Sand Hill Cranes, then noticed the Whooping Cranes were coming in as well.  They weren't there this morning, but we'll go back tonight.

There's a fishing pier on the east end of Goose Island.

Nancy watched for a while, and discussed technique with those fishing.  She snivelled some bait, whipped back to the campsite, picked through her fishing gear for the appropriate tackle (a catfish rig) and headed back to the pier. An hour later, she returned, victorious!  She was doing so well, the old Texans were sidling down the pier towards her to get in on the action.  She caught two Sheepshead (probably) and had plenty more on-line, but not landed.  She released the fish to bite another day.