Birding & Blogging in Galveston, Texas

Birdseed Buffet

The squirrels around here just make themselves right at home. The House Sparrows have returned in full force since the Cooper’s Hawks have quit the live oak out back. They empty the silo feeder in an afternoon. Continue reading “Birdseed Buffet”


Bolivar – Early May 2018

Western / Semi-palmated Sandpiper

A large flock of sandpipers at rest on the beach at Bolivar Flats this morning. Just about impossible to sort Western from Semi-palmated in this napping group and it could be one, the other, or both, as far as I can tell… Continue reading “Bolivar – Early May 2018”

April Ending 2018

Blackpoll Warbler (female)

Photos taken within the last few weeks at various locations on Galveston island. The Blackpoll is a lifer for me. We still have the May stragglers to look forward to, so keep those binos handy. Continue reading “April Ending 2018”

Fallout, April 8th, 9th, 2018

Orchard Oriole

A strong front blew through Texas on Saturday night, putting migrants down on the island in good numbers. Always welcome news for birders, nothing but hardship for the birds. I went to Corps Woods on Sunday without a camera and the place was alive with birds, though the weather was overcast and drizzly. On Monday morning I returned with camera and a rain jacket. Photographs follow: Continue reading “Fallout, April 8th, 9th, 2018”

Brazos Bend, April 6th, 2018

American Crow

Mostly cloudy with scattered showers, as the meteorologists like to put it. The threat of rain was constant all day Friday but I drove out to Brazos Bend SP anyway and had a splendid outing chock full of beautiful birdlife and frightening alligators. I ticked Black Vulture and American Crow off my year list before I even parked the car. The calls of Carolina Wren and Northern Cardinal were pretty much constant during my 2½ hour stay. Continue reading “Brazos Bend, April 6th, 2018”


Day Past Full

A banyon light appears at night, sends shafts of bright into our pocketed lifetimes. A day past full, its fat face like an orbiting bath mirror, with the sun behind us, warming our little cueball’s backside. She blazes and sets mindfires in man and beast. Even the tides speak of her gravity, like a witch’s spell or a sacrament. Keep your friends close, your moons closer. A calm with thorns / to poke holes in your norms / a forge to make memories / a mind to remember.

In moon-shine your best behavior, in goodness sign a happy postcard, and send it out to the stars. Continue reading “Moondrils”


Indian Paintbrush

The sky is not a telephone. I tour the colonies on Good Friday looking for gaps in the empire. Pigeons crowd into the photo booth like hawks circling a feeder. The universe does not care, exactly, though every world view has its Christ. Even lizards do it, I bet. Continue reading “Boutique”

March Shading

Little Blue Heron

Raging hormones: local water birds are getting their breeding colors now, in full intensity. All photos from west-of-79th, except the coyote, out in Apffel. Seeing a lot more birders out and about too, as April approaches. Continue reading “March Shading”

Avocet City

American Avocet

Migrating avocets are passing through the area now. I saw about 50 at Old Frenchtown Rd. and many hundreds at Bolivar Flats. The individual above is in transitional plumage, giving a splotchy look to that cinnamon-tan head and neck. Many are plain white still which is their winter season appearance. They summer in the Northwest, up into Canada, and winter from the southern Texas coast on down through Central America. Continue reading “Avocet City”

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