I drove by Picacho yesterday and saw a flock of spoonbills (?) that circled over the resrvoir and then dove down into the rushes. This piqued my curiousity, so I drove a little way down into the lake bottom, and sloshed around in ankle-high mud hoping to jump a mallard in the small ponds remaining. I saw nothing but egrets and pipers. I salvaged some one's lost decoys for my troubles and narrowly escaped without sinking my jeep in the mud. Hunted quail instead.