Also, you will recall my mention of the fact that a pile of rock was trucked into Weber Tennis Courts back in July. At that time I knew that eventually I would see some cobblestone installed here. I was right.
I was awakened this morning by an end loader, or perhaps more properly a big backhoe, moving the rock over to the main entrance to the facility. There are two entrance gates. One is only used to allow new campers to pull in. The other is the main one where I drive in and out, on those rare occasions when I drive, and walk in and out. Señora Maria and Hans and Victor are installing cobblestone on that main drive.
I had also suspected that the installation process for cobblestone simply featured hard, back-breaking physical labor. I was right. The rocks are individually placed, and it appears as if fill will be put in around them, a fill of a nature that settles and hardens with the rain.
I have not previously mentioned that México is a paradise for birders. I do not know what species this little guy is. He showed up yesterday. He is a brilliant red with a black mask. Perhaps someone can tell me. Ricki?
Many exotic-looking species show up in the trees here at the tennis courts. Hummingbirds are thick here, and I have never been able to avoid smiling when I see a hummingbird.