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
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
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
They don’t necessarily roost in the same corner every night–they move around. At this point we had created a bit of a birder traffic jam in the neighborhood.
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
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
The milky white of the owl was startling and her yellow eyes locked on us with appropriate caution and concern. I had to remind myself to breathe.
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
I wasn’t expecting the Eastern Phoebe, but there he was, a juvenile, swooping for insects and returning to his same branch.
“Hummingbirds are the gateway drug to birding,” Sheri said. She then grabs a straw and puts it in her mouth and begins to blow lightly on the underside of a hummingbird and I see that her breath opens up the feathers, revealing a light, pink tummy.
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