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Spring 2007 Texas, part 1
- Posted at 10:30 PM on Sunday, April 29, 2007 by Chris Conard Kimya and I have long heard the stories of birding High Island and seeing the trans-Gulf migrants taking cover in the first clumps of vegetation along the coast. For the past several months we had made plans to go, and finally, mid-day on Saturday, 4/7/07, we were underway. Unlike normal people, who would fly in to Houston, rent a car, and have a more or less leisurely visit, we planned to drive. That way we could also visit Big Bend National Park, a mere 10.5 hours from Houston, and a number of other places along the way. I was hoping to update my blog when we took our first motel stop on Tues, 4/10/07, but I couldn't add text to the Surfbirds site. I was frustrated with Surfbirds, but apparently it was something to do with the connection I had, because once I got home everything worked. On Saturday, I had hoped to get out the door at 4am, but I had too many loose ends to tie up, and we weren't underway until noon. Still, we were making great time when we took a bit of a detour mid-morning on Sunday to make a stop at White Sands National Monument in New Mexico. I had always wanted to visit, and Christy Brant, a volunteer at the Bufferlands, had highly recommended the area. We were not disappointed. The gypsum sands and the immensity of the place are unlike anything I have seen. ![]() ![]() Our first birding stop was east of Roswell, NM. I hadn't told Kimya about this—just that there was going to be a surprise. As we approached Roswell, I mentioned a hoped-for encounter in the desert to the east of the city. Fortunately she trusts me. In researching the Texas trip, I'd also been following the AZ-NM list to see if something good showed up for us along the way. A post on Lesser Prairie-Chicken leks led to a call to Mel Moe at BLM, and directions to a couple of leks about 40 miles east of Roswell on Hwy 380. The birds put on a great show, coming in at around 630pm and displaying and calling for over an hour. We were instructed to drive to the edge of the lek. At one point a few of the birds walked between our vehicle and the one other vehicle that was there. The looks were wonderful and we decided that they are North America's answer to birds of paradise. It is incredible how they can transform their bodies when they begin to display. Two days into the trip and everything else was going to be gravy! These two birds were photographed through the windshield, so it's not the clearest shot, but I've included them because they were intensely displaying right in front of us. We could hear some of the chickens cackling in the near dark after they had flown from the lek. We also had this cooperative Common Poorwill in the road on the way back to the highway.We stopped a few times for sleeping breaks along the way to the Davis Mountains. On Monday morning I awoke with my leg contorted under me and a vicious pain in my right calf. I think I had a Dick Cheney clot from sleeping in the driver's seat. It took several days to work that knot out, and I was afraid I'd need to go to the doctor (and waste time out of our trip), but now it seems fine. Aside from my calf feeling like I'd gotten kicked by a pointy-toed cowboy boot, we spent a very enjoyable Monday in the Davis Mountains. We have now twice missed Montezuma Quail there. This Acorn Woodpecker proved to be a very cooperative photo subject:
The rest of Tuesday was spent driving to Corpus Christi. We birded a little at sunset around the hotel parking lot (after three nights of sleeping in the car). A flocklet of Clay-colored Sparrows was nice. The following morning we waited fruitlessly for the Masked Duck to show south of Kingsville, but enjoyed ~300 Swainson's Hawks sitting in the farm fields and ~75 Upland Sandpiper flying all over the place (there may have been many more). Before Tuesday morning, we had seen a total of two Upland Sandpipers ever. There was also a single Buff-breasted Sandpiper. It seems almost ho-hum along with everything else, but it's amazing to see 200+ Scissor-tailed Flycathers and a big pulse of Eastern Kingbirds too.This moth was an interesting find outside of the hotel:
We spent the rest of Wednesday on Padre Is and at Port Aransas. Late morning and we could hear the flight calls, with many warblers landing in the trees and bushes after their long Gulf flight. While there was no classic Texas fallout (up at High Island, where we are heading, there was), we had more warblers and other migrant songbirds to look through than we had ever seen before. It shattered my best days in the fall at Point Reyes, with the birds very approachable and in immaculate plumage.
The boardwalk at the Birding Center had a lot to offer:
By 8pm we were checked into our hotel between Houston and Winnie and were at the Boy Scout Woods at High Island at 7am. More to come in part 2. Post Comment
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Great read
- Posted at 8:45 AM on Monday, April 30, 2007 by Bryony and shockingly good photos! |
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- Posted at 1:40 PM on Thursday, May 3, 2007 by Sue Great photos! I especially like the photo of Kimya on the White Sands. |
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