Tag Archive: bird watching

Being saved at Sabal Palm Sanctuary

The fan-like leaves of the sabal palms fluttered in the light breeze as if held in the well-manicured hands of a dainty southern lady seeking relief on a hot, humid day. I looked… Continue reading

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

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

The Roseate Spoonbill Project

I turned to the open water that revealed hundreds of egrets, herons and Roseate Spoonbills, perched, sitting on nests, flying in, flying out, stretching their wings, squabbling over space on a branch, preening, snoozing, or just looking pretty. 

Leave no stone unturned

The Everglades get all the press. Most folks will turn the direction toward the Everglades off the Florida Turnpike, yet just outside the town of Homestead if you turn the opposite direction you’ll land… Continue reading

Idiot moments in birding

The path we were on was leading us to a pond where we would likely see some good wading birds—essentially anything in the heron family. It’s November and we were at the Key West… Continue reading

There’s nothing wrong with easy birding

There are the lovely, easy days where you get to stroll on a fairly flat trail by a river and come upon a bird you’ve never seen before.

I take more photos of birds when I’m not suffering

It was still dark as we loaded our gear into the van. Guayaquil, Ecuador is steamy even at 5:30 in the morning and I was already sweating. I lifted myself into the van… Continue reading

Strip birding. Because sometimes you have to.

After a very cold morning around 14,000 feet elevation we drove for several hours down to sea level to spend the next several days birding along the Ecuadorian coast. I went from wearing… Continue reading