As my truck gets older, each trip I wonder if it will come home safely. This morning after a brief stop on TX 4 just a few miles from the beach, I put my foot down on the brake pedal while I put it in drive and the brake made this funny "sploosh" sound and my the pedal went down to the floor. Woops. Well something broke and I had just lost most of my brake fluid and had precious little braking ability left. Should I turn around and try to make it home? Hmmm.....I wouldn't hurt to drive slowly to the beach and look around for scoters. So I did. I drove up to the jetties and saw precious little and every stop was an adventure. I learned I could put it in neutral and it would slow fairly quickly in the sand.
Nothing at the jetties. So I headed back down the beach and decided I should head for home while the truck still had a few stops left in it. And just before I left the beach, this little flock of four American Wigeons passed by over the surf. A fifth duck was following and it was coal black. Just like a Black Scoter! So I stopped the truck as best I could and jumped out and fired away with the camera. The feeble cropped shots sure seem to show a black duck with yellow/orange on the bill and gray undersides to the primaries. I would have to call it a male Black Scoter.
Well, pretty cool but not very satisfying. I may have to go back out and find a good place to watch the duck pass by and try for another. BTW, I drove back home on the freeway but had to stop a few time at lights before I got there. I learned I could put the truck into 2nd and then into 1st to stop at lights. Really fun.