Miracles and the best auction I ever lost
Update on Steve’s cancer and a private birding trip with Victor Emanuel.
Tag Archive: Texas
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Fallout. A birding Nirvana.
Bearing down on the Texas Gulf Coast was a cold front from the mid-West bringing with it turbulent weather and thunderstorms. Such favorable meteorological conditions were sure to produce a fallout.
Bird photography lessons at Brazos Bend
“It’s like going to the gym. You gotta do it and put in the work.” That was Andrew, our instructor explaining to our class of five that if we’re going to get good… Continue reading
Unprepared at Lost Maples
I’ll be honest. We were not exactly prepared for this trip. Mostly it was because we don’t really know the Texas Hill Country area very well. We had been to parts of… Continue reading
So close, yet so very far away
Sometimes the birding gods smile upon you and you go birding and find exactly what you were looking for. Even better is when those birding gods really love you and that bird you… Continue reading
Hornsby Bend Observatory: An Austin Birding Hotspot
Yes, I hang around sewage facilities with binoculars. You already know that my husband dragged me to a landfill on our honeymoon in Mexico so we could find the Lesser Yellow-headed Vulture. My… Continue reading
Layer upon layer of birds
We were in the Big Bend National Park area for four days and two of those days we spent birding. Aside from the usual research we did in advance of our trip (Steve… Continue reading
West Texas Birding
Chipping Sparrow For all those people who think Texas is flat, you need to see see the Davis Mountains in West Texas. (Visit them before you go to Big Bend National Park, where those mountains… Continue reading
Looking for Whooping Cranes
Let’s just start with the fact that I’m not very good about being in the cold. Not my fault, really. It’s just that my hands turn blue pretty quickly and that’s a big… Continue reading
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