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
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The ecstasy and irony of finally getting that special lifer: the Swainson’s Warbler
The following is a guest post, written by my husband, Stephen Hannington. I have been a keen bird watcher since I was six years old when a cousin introduced me to the world… Continue reading
Chasing Parakeets and Parrots
I’m trying to imagine how this looks to the folks in town. A bunch of white vans driving up and down the streets of Harlingen, Texas, driving slow and occasionally stopping as eight… 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
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