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Back Road Whispers is a fanciful name for just liking to travel the back roads of the world, wondering what whispers are lingering in the weathered buildings, rusty farm equipment and closed and boarded up businesses. I stop when I am able and “photograph the past for the future” so my grandchildren and their grandchildren will see what it was like back in the “good old days” of the 20th and early 21st century. Lately I have been exploring the world listening to whispers from palaces, castles, villages, and museums. The whispers need no interpretation.

Wednesday, January 21, 2026

(Very) Tacky Tuesday

 Stick with me, baby, and I can show you a good time.  My sweet indulgent friend has done that for more years than we have fingers and toes combined to use to count them.  So she trusted me when I told her to be at my house at 9:30, bring water, go to the bathroom, and wear a jacket.  No question she was ready to go, no questions asked.  So off we went to................


The Hornsby Bend Waste Treatment Plant 


Well, as fabulous of a job as they do here, we did not come for the Dillo Dirt, we came for the birds.  Knowing we were a month or two early I decided we would see some "winter Texans" hanging out on the ponds at least.  It would also give us a chance to check the place out before the crowds descend in late February/early March when the migrations begin.

Unfortunately the light wasn't wonderful, the birds were beyond my camera range for good images, and there were only a few varieties.  But here are the birds of Hornsby Bend on this cold January day.



A young birder from Austin was visiting relatives near here in 1959.  He noticed that some ducks were flying across the Colorado river and being brilliant he figured there were ponds nearby and went looking for them.  He found the waste water treatment center and saw a bunches of birds including a couple of rare to the area ones.  The next day he came back with friends and birding at the center began.



This little lady was swimming all by herself, making me wonder if she was young or maybe she was on one of her last swims and had headed to the edge of the village to die a peaceful death.  Soft hearted me is going for the first idea, just young waiting for Prince Charming to find her and make her his.





This group obviously were all mated up - equal males and females hanging out on a beautiful day.



On the other side of the dike were the marshlands that attracted the little brown birds you can see sitting along the stripey looking images.  I called them Killdeer but no guarantees.  They were hunkered down trying to stay warm.





The same marshlands had a flock of somethings (don't you love it when I get educational) swarming over the marsh.  Too far away to identify, and too fast to really get a good shot, but were still fun to watch.



Take your choice of Cedar Waxwings, Great Tailed Grackles, or American Goldfinches.  That is who Uncle AI says are swarming birds that frequent the Austin area in January/February.


Later in the year the Purple Martins will arrive and be welcomed here at Hornsby.  The Purple Martin colony began in 2001 when the first gourd rack was hung.  It 2002 the second 12 gourd rack was added.  The nests are maintained by a great group of volunteers who make sure they are clean and welcoming when the birds return.  


and I loved this -

In 2025, a young Girl Scout made the Purple Martin Colony the focus of her Girl Scout Gold Award project and made signs and erected them outside the Environmental Center (great picture of the young lady with big boy tools erecting the signs herself  on the web site) and provided information for the web page.  Read all about Hornsby and the Purple Martins at 

https://www.hornsbybend.org/



Could this be the Prince Charming our single little lady was waiting for????  A good friend and one who knows all kinds of wonderful nature things said this is a Shoveler Duck.  I captured a Shoveler on Merlin, so she is probably right (although I never doubt her anyway).



Could someone please identify this bird for me??

All I know is that he says his name is Newt, and he lives here.  I was a bit suspicious of this shady critter so I went to Uncle AI again and this is what he had to say. Nutria are large, invasive rodents often confused with native beavers (or muskrats) but differ by their long, round, rat-like tails, prominent white whiskers and bright orange front teeth. How could our uncle call this cutie pie a swamp rat?  I would take offense if I were he.

That's it for the birding center but we look forward to returning during the migration season to see and hear a wider variety of our feathered friends and weather warmer so we can walk the trails to look for and hear land birds.  Pat and I both highly recommend you visit.


So how do you top a waste treatment plant for a Tacky Tuesday???  You go to a graffiti park!  What's tackier than seeing our highways and by ways spray painted? Maybe tacky on the highways but when it is confined to an outdoor gallery it is interesting and amazing.

HOPE Outdoor Gallery



You can read all about the HOPE Gallery at their website https://www.hopeoutdoorgallery.com/ but the short version is the 2005 original gallery was located just west of downtown at a failed condo development.  With some walls up they turned them into canvases where everyone could become an artist for the day.  "Progress" took over and the gallery closed in 2015 but it has reopened south of town for all to come visit.  This is a YAY!!!!

Fair warning there will be lots of pictures and little verbiage (I know that just saddens you).  I will tell you that in the above photo the grassy area is a ditch between the parking lot and the displays.  To get to the displays you walk through a storage container that has been repurposed and of course graffitied.  On the far side the walls surround a circular courtyard where curated art is displayed.  As you can see by the this picture the outside walls are an open canvas to all.  Bring your spray paint when you visit!! 


Don't be a good artist and crappy citizen, take your empties with you.


What are you waiting for?  Come paint!


The fabulous inner circle where the art is curated.  Such wonderful talent.






Didn't I tell you these were artists??  Look at the details, wow, just wow.

 

 Tucked back in a corner behind  staircase and where there was some equipment/necessary items/whatever that keeps the place running were these - I think it is by the front door and we went into another door to get to the restroom.  At any rate, nice for sure.




And my two favorite ones - the Panda was in the little nook, the sea serpent was on a wall leading into a "no paint" area.


Thank you for a grand day, HOPE.  And thank you for clean restrooms and a touch of whimsy even in there.



We will not discuss the restaurant I chose.  I am hoping it was just a bad day for them, the menu was fantastic, the variety even better however the service was poor and the food cold.  (I NEVER send back food - I've watched too many reels).  But despite that the day was absolutely wonderful and the company even better.

We have been inspired.  Next Wacky Wednesday will be art day at Pat's, creating masterpieces of our own.

Friday, January 9, 2026

Wacky Wednesdays

 Now that I am not working at the pantry as many days, I have decided that Wacky Wednesdays needed to be a thing.  I did choose the wrong time of the year for outdoor fun and games but we roll with what we have, right?

The first Wacky Wednesday was taking Daffy to the groomer before Christmas and then heading to Lake Georgetown, a US Army Corp of Engineers reservoir formed on the San Gabriel River.  It was a gray icky day so we sorta walked the perimeter of the parking lot looking for anything, anything to take a picture of.  It was pretty dismal until the dog showed up.


Gloom, despair, and agony on me.  Whoa!  Deep dark 
depression.  Excessive misery.  Whoa! If it weren't for
bad luck I'd have no luck at all.  Whoa!






Welcome to Wacky Woeful Wednesday.  This is the epitome of what the day produced.  The dog was out for a walk with its mom and dad when two ducks floated by and away he went!  Those ducks were his and he was going to take them home for lunch.  Luckily dad had him on a leash so it was Alpo for lunch instead of duck l'orange.  





To counteract the bleakness, I did find one spot of color.  




Not enough, we headed for Chinese food at a local place, Lin's Cafe in Georgetown.  Good enough to go back especially since it is right next to Daffy's groomer, the beloved Miss Mena.




Christmas and New Year holidays consumed Wacky Wednesdays but we were back at it with a visit to Pease Park in Austin.  This park is absolutely the best maintained, clean, safe and beautiful park you could ask for thanks to the Pease Park Conservancy.  The day we visited it was filled with joggers, walkers, dogs, children, and one guy just sitting watching the world on one of the plentiful park benches, and two old ladies ambling down the path to visit a troll.  

Pease Park, Austin's first public park, is named after former governor Elisha Marshall Pease and his wife Lucadia who donated the land in 1875.  


Path from the parking lot.  January 7th, 2026




This is who we were on a quest to visit.  Meet Malin,  This sculpture by Thomas Dambro is a reminder to to share water and resources with animals that share this space on Earth with us.  Dambro and 150 volunteers created this 18 foot tall beautiful lady.  More than 80% of the materials used were recycled, reused or reclaimed materials.  Thomas Dambro has over 100 statues like this throughout the world.  If there is one close to you I highly recommend going to see it.  


Detail of the bowl she is holding
Her most beautiful face

Waiting for rain to fill the bowl.


Details of her emerald necklace


Even trolls enjoy a pedi now and then



As fabulous as she was we headed off to see the Tree House.  Along the way Daffy was "reading email" from all the dogs that had been by before and initialing a few of them.  She was so intrigued she missed at least 6-7 squirrels.


She was not enthused by the 2008 Tree of the year, however.









The middle of the that grid around the diameter
 is where you can climb, sit, or just enjoy being in the forest.

Walking away from the Treehouse, muttering under my breath about being too old to play on such fabulous wonders we saw a wedgie in the park, truly!!  I am of the modern era and whip out my phone to take photos of such scandalous things to share online. 








Whether put here by man or placed between the trunks as the tree was growing by angels, I do not know, but it was interesting nonetheless.   







Within the park are many places that would be prime locations for a graffiti artist to display their talents.  This is one that might appeal for a miniature "work of art", however nowhere, and I mean NOWHERE will you see graffiti, thanks to the Pease Park Conservancy and the visitors that keep the park the beautiful public park it is.




The younger more agile me would have been across these in a heart beat.  Daffy was game but I suggested she didn't need to do it either.  I sure wanted to, sure did.  It does traverse Shoal Creek, hard to see in the picture.

My feet are used to its waters - it ran behind Pat's house and I lived on the street on the other side.  I crossed it every morning to walk to school and her sweet mama would have dry socks waiting for me when needed.  We also caught tadpoles and tried to sell them as kids.  Obviously there was a low volume of demand since neither of us are billionaire tycoons in the fish industry.



Wonder if there are any tadpoles left...I could use some extra travel money.

 A few other shots from around the park.  Love this place and we will return.









Daffy and I are off to see what next will show up on a Wacky Wednesday post.  She hired out as a bus girl at Finley's in Round Rock so she can keep affording to come with us.  Two thumbs up and one toenail up to the Reuban, Patty Melt sandwiches and the pub fries.  Will be back for sure.



 Tips Welcome!