The sun is a faint glow over the marsh around Lower Dulac, Louisiana, not yet ready to appear and warm the air. The lights along Shrimpers Row on the banks of Kings Bayou are winking in the slow moving dawn behind us and the cool air makes us shiver. The night birds are trading with the grebes and pipers. An alligator makes a small wake as he moves slowly down the bank. You can smell the new day coming.
This past Saturday seemed to be a mirror image of Saturday a week ago because of the few and in between bird sightings. It would have probably been more productive, if we had just watched out my kitchen window.
Alabama had to lose a football game sooner or later.
The defending national champions went down and out with a flair. It was the most unpredictable fashion one could imagine.