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We went to the wildlife refuge a few weeks ago and I
haven’t had time to upload this post to my blog until now—which is actually a good thing
because it means I’ve been busy writing!
Well, here are the details along with some photos from our
There is something about the refuge that makes my soul extra
happy. Every time I step out onto the trail I can feel a weight being lifted
from my shoulders. As you walk down the path, tall reeds brush your arms, marsh
grass tickles your ankles, and colorful dragonflies dart around your feet.
Every time we go, we see something different. One time we
were fortunate to spot a bunch of river otters sunning themselves on the access
road and once we even saw an American Avocet using its curved bill to search for
insects. It’s all about timing because a bird can take one step and be camouflaged
by the reeds never to be seen again.
This time, we were delighted to see some elegant Northern
Pintails, a beautiful White-faced Ibis hidden among a flock of Greater
White-fronted Geese, and a Northern Harrier scanning for prey on the top branch
of a tree.
Mere hours after we left to head back home, a prescribed
burn escaped a control line and burned 400 acres of the refuge and even part of
the entrance sign. I can’t tell you how glad I was that we missed it. Seeing my
sanctuary up in flames would have been quite unnerving to say the least.
A week later we returned to see the damage and it was even
worse than I had imagined. The smell of burnt grass was overpowering and
blackness snaked its way into part of the auto tour.
But it didn’t break the spirits of the birds! Even the
burned areas didn’t deter a flock of Killdeer as they rummaged around the area.
We drove up to the Colusa refuge and saw a Great Blue Heron fishing in
the marsh, several Great Egrets surrounded by a group of noisy blackbirds, and
a colony of Black-Crowned Night-Herons nestled in the trees on the riverbank. Nature’s perseverance and quest for survival is most
inspiring. Inspiring enough for me to write a book (Wild Ice) about it!
I look forward to returning in a few weeks after the rain has
had a chance to heal the charred earth and wash away the ashes. In case you’re in the area and want to experience its magic
for yourself, the site for the Sacramento National Wildlife Refuge is HERE and they even have a Facebook page.
When you take your own venture out into the great outdoors let me know what you
When I was growing up, my family went to my great-grandparent's house every Sunday for lunch. On the coffee table were two things: a candy dish full of See's candy and the Sunday newspaper. I would dig through the inky pages for the Comics section and discover what Garfield and The Family Circus were up to that week.
My great-grandparents are long gone and hardly anyone reads the newspaper in print anymore, but I will always have those wonderful memories to cherish.
And yes, I still read the funnies at GoComics.com every single day, not just on Sundays.
This summer I've been working on something that’s very different from anything else I’ve ever
written. I’m really excited by the progress I’m making and I’d love more than
anything to fill you in on the details, but it’s still much too soon. Just know this:
you will be pleasantly (I hope!) surprised.
I am still working on the next
Razor’s Ice novel, too, so don’t despair. The next book in the series will be
ready for release in 2015. I’ll be announcing the title in the coming months,
so stay tuned for that and many other exciting announcements.
And thank you so
much for making the release of HOT ICE such a success! Because of you, my
wonderful readers, I am able to keep writing more books.
As cooler weather
approaches (crosses fingers) and the triple digit temperatures start to
disappear (crosses toes), I’ll be able to hunker down in my writing cave and
pump out some more for you to read.