Spent 3 nights at Big Bend in mid-September, and collected some more western bird species. What a beautiful place! The shot above is the one that everybody takes, but how can you not? Continue reading “Big Bend National Park, Fall 2018”
Early September, I spent a week at Garner State Park, car-camping and birding. It is a good sized park with over 400 campsites set in the jagged hillscape west of San Antonio which is pretty much the eastern boundary for many of the birds of Western North America.
The vermilions were present daily in the campgrounds, the male is hard to miss. They are reported rarely on Galveston Island, but I had never seen one before this. Continue reading “Garner State Park, TX, Fall 2018”
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”
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”
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”
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”
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”