Finding Refuge

First of all, let’s get this out of the way: We were able to shower this morning. Good news all around. It’s our second day at the Rio Grande Valley Bird Festival in… Continue reading

Partly cloudy with no chance of showers

HOLY CRAP! THE ALARM DIDN’T GO OFF! We fly out of bed. There’s no time to shower. (Sorry all you people we had to sit next to on the bus.) Thank goodness I… Continue reading

Looking for the White Wise Spirit

Our car tires crept slowly over the country roads aptly named 4th Line Road, 5th Line Road, 6th Line Road and so on—roads surrounding farm land that were laid out in a numbered… Continue reading

Boots and stuff

  Dear Lisa, I have sad news about the boots. Sadly I can’t take any picture with them because I lost them on one of my trips. Unfortunately someone took them from the front… Continue reading

Choices, warnings and surprises: All in a day of birding

What’s better than brisket on my breakfast tacos? Not much, except the fact that our neighborhood kisses the Balcones National Wildlife System. That’s better. Way better, in fact. And it’s where you can pretty… Continue reading

What hummingbird banding teaches us

She placed the hummingbird in my hand and he just laid there like he was dead. But he wasn’t. I could feel his itty bitty chest pulsating rapid little taps on my palm. Taptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptap. I… Continue reading

Where there’s 350,000+ Purple Martins there’s a party

First there were about 50 birds up in the sky circling overhead. Then another group came in—this time a hundred or so. It was still pretty light outside. Then bigger groups of Purple… Continue reading

Nighthawks, Dickcissels and Boat-tailed Grackles at Anahuac National Wildlife Refuge

Boy, what a difference in just one day. The same day Central Texas was being pummeled with flash floods and tornado warnings last May we were about 200 miles away at Anahuac National Wildlife… Continue reading

Great Egret and her chicks: Learning to eat takes practice

Think about it. You probably weren’t that adept at eating right off the bat, were you? Chocolate all over your face. Cheerios strewn on the floor beneath your high chair. And let’s not… Continue reading

The Roseate Spoonbill Project

First spark It was in Rio Lagartos, Mexico on our honeymoon on a little motorized boat in the middle of an estuary that flows into the Gulf of Mexico. It was that day–that moment–when I… Continue reading