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to the Rockies - Spring 2006
by Sylvia R. Gallagher
April 9, 2006
Goose Island State Park, north of Rockport, TX
p.m., Mon., April 10, 2006
Goose Island SP, TX
We didn't get
away from Adolph Thomae Park until around 11:00. We stopped for lunch
in Raymondville and got here around 4:00. The drive was tedious, mostly
through the King Ranch, then through various agricultural areas and
the outskirts of generic-looking towns.
We were thrilled
to discover that our favorite site, #103, was available. They'd only
let us take it for two nights, pending reservations that might kick
us out. We had to come back this morning to find out. Then they let
us have it through Wed. night, which was what we wanted. I really
don't understand their system, and I don't think they do either, for
it seems to be interpreted differently at every state park.
When we drove
to the site, we found the people who had been there the night before
had not left yet, despite the 2:00 checkout time. They said they'd
be out in ten minutes, so we drove out to the waterfront area to see
if there were any shorebirds. There weren't, but the tide was pretty
high and the place had seen hordes of Sunday visitors. A flamingo,
supposedly countable, has been in Copano Bay, and someone told us
it could be seen from the tour boats. When I looked in the office
at the notebook of interesting bird sightings, I discovered it had
been seen from the fishing pier a few days ago. It happened that when
we were out at the pier, a man who had been camped a few days in one
of the waterfront sites was also there. He said it is sometimes seen
from the boats and sometimes from here, but hasn't been seen from
here since it was recorded in the book on April 4. I haven't been
out there yet to look for it.
Our site under
the oaks was just as nice as we remembered from at least three previous
visits, and Jim quickly assembled his bird attractants in the usual
spot. Unfortunately there have been no migrants so far, just the usual
assortment of Northern Cardinal (all the time, and always vocalizing,
which drives me crazy for some reason), Black-crested Titmouse, Brown
Thrasher, Carolina Wren, Inca Dove, White-eyed Vireo, Lincoln's Sparrow.
Today I spent
the morning editing the last two weeks of my diary to mail them to
Nancy, which I did late this afternoon. Jim went into Rockport for
a number of errands and accomplished them all, including buying a
new toilet for the trailer, and didn't even get lost. And it's easy
to get lost here. This afternoon I sat outside watching in vain for
migrants and working on my embroidery. As usual here, there were a
number of mosquitos, so I had to use insect repellant for the first
time. (Maybe I used a little at Sabal Palm.) Temperature today was
delightful, high of around 80_, I'd guess, and the humidity wasn't
especially high. There's supposed to be a warming trend all week with
increasing humidity, but I don't think it's going to get impossibly
While Jim was
in town, I told him to find out where there was a good fish restaurant.
At the RV supply store they told him the best one was The Big Fisherman
"only a couple of miles on down the road, turn right at Hwy.
188." We went there this evening, and Hwy. 188 must have been
at least five miles past the RV store, which must be at least 12 miles
from our campground. Since we had come so far, we persisted and found
it. It's about 1/3 mile west of SR 35 on 188. When we got there, we
discovered it to be an enormous place, and all by itself out in the
country halfway between Rockport and Aransas Pass. It's obviously
a destination restaurant. Huge cavernous dining room and bar that
can hold hundreds of people, outside area for entertainment, huge
parking lot, etc. There weren't very many people there tonight, though.
I suppose it's really active on weekends, etc. The menu consisted
of seafood, steaks, and chicken. I ordered a shrimp/steak combination,
which was about right. Jim selected the combination platter, and what
a piled up feed it was: shrimp, scallops, oysters, stuffed crab, fish
fillets. He barely made a dent in it, and I barely got the leftovers
in the refrigerator when we got back. They'll feed both us for a couple
more meals. [We had a dinner and a lundh.] It was all very good, even
warmed over, but I'm not sure we'd drive that far from here again
to eat there. It wasn't that special.
p.m., Tues., April 11, 2006
Goose Island SP, TX
We're OK here
until Thurs. morning, which is how long we want to stay. We'll hope
for more migrants than we've had so far, which is close to zero. We
had one warbler today--an Orange-crowned. Big deal!
Sky was overcast
most of the day with a marine layer. It kept the temperature down,
but will probably make for a warm night. I suspect the high was about
the same as yesterday, but with more humidity.
This morning Jim
installed the new toilet, having to make a trip back to the store
for a part only once. That's better than average for one of his do-it-yourself
projects. The new toilet is taller than the old one, so he needed
a longer piece of water tubing.
He also bought
me a 7-foot pole, which I wanted to place between the floor and the
bottom of the A/C. The case of the stupid thing, which is fairly new,
sets up an incredibly noisy vibration, which I find intolerable. The
pole works perfectly, but the only place to put it when we're not
using it is on the floor along the sink, and Toby has decided it's
a wonderful new chew-toy and has hauled it out into the middle of
the room a couple dozen times already--and counting. [Later: I finally
had to spray the ends with "Chew-Stop," a bitter-tasting
product sold for that purpose. I've also had to use it on the corners
of some of the throw-rugs.]
This morning I
had Jim take me and Toby to the fishing pier. Since pets aren't permitted
on the pier. I had him wait for me while I walked out and scanned
in vain for the flamingo. Then I leashed up Toby and we walked around
the shore area of the park, then back to the trailer--gone maybe a
couple of hours. Nothing very exciting, not even the nice assortment
of shorebirds I had in 2002. Then Jim got wonderful adult Baird's,
Semipalmated, and I forget what else. Today there was nothing we don't
get in California. (We do get Baird's and Semipalmated, but almost
exclusively juveniles in the fall.)
Again I sat outside
the rest of the day reading and embroidering. Actually it's kind of
a nice rest from all the going we've been doing the last week and
a half. We were always getting up early so as to get somewhere at
daybreak. And the "somewheres" were often a long drive from
where we camped. The last couple of days I've actually slept in long
enough to lie in bed and listen to the dawn chorus, but in these parts
it consists only of cardinals.
I welcome the
time to embroider, for I'd really like to get the squares for my North
America quilt finished. I only have a few left to do and brought them
all with me. When I'm home, I never seem to have time to do much,
although when I'm teaching an embroidery class as I hope to this summer
if enough people enroll, I seem to have more incentive to work on
it. Anyone want to sign up? See June Tattler or this website.
April 12, 2006
Goose Island SP, TX
p.m., Thurs., April 13, 2006
Quail Springs RV Park, Uvalde, TX
Not much to report
either yesterday or today, but here goes.
Yesterday morning I walked Toby around the wooded camping section
at Goose Island for a couple of hours. The only new bird I added was
a Yellow-breasted Chat not far from the trailer. Before long Jim was
photographing it. It seemed to have more of an orange throat than
the one at Adolph Thomae, but it may have been because it was wet.
(Some chats are noticeably orange, and I'd love to find one of those
In the early afternoon
when Jim happened to be in the trailer, I got a glimpse of a male
Orchard Oriole in the bushes near the water drip and orange half,
but it disappeared never to return. Jim really doesn't need that bird,
having overdone it in Michigan and Nebraska on the last two trips,
The Texas coast
has really been a disappointment so far in terms of migrants. My bird
list for Goose Island SP totalled only 50 species. When we were here
in 2002, it was also very quiet, but a couple of times we've had all
sorts of wonderful migrants right in our site. It all has to do with
the weather, and right now we're getting day after day of strong southeasterly
winds, which blow everything far inland. This type of weather is also
very unpleasant, as well, being hot and humid. Temperature yesterday
was a fairly comfortable high of 84', but a gradual warming trend
to near 90' is forecast. This is true of the coast and the interior.
There's little cooling effect from being on the Gulf (or Atlantic)
coast because of the warm Gulf Stream. It's nice to visit this area
and see different birds, but for pleasant living, give me my home
in Huntington Beach anytime.
This morning Jim
decided to sit in the blind an hour or so before we left to see if
anything would show up. I heard a Blue-headed Vireo singing off in
the distance, and it actually worked its way closer and closer and
gave me a glimpse of it in the treetops. Dispite being audible for
maybe twenty minutes, it never came down to Jim's water drip, although
I heard it at one point in the shrubs 15-20 ft away.
9:00 Jim decided to pack up, and we got on the road around 9:30. It
was a drive of about 230 miles, mostly on very bumpy back roads. The
pavement wasn't broken, it was just poorly laid down in the first
place; the roadbed was very uneven. Things in the trailer were really
in disarray whenever we stopped, but I don't think anything broke.
We decided to
stay in a commercial RV park for the Easter weekend. There's no point
in trying to get into any state park on this major holiday. I picked
Uvalde because it's close to our next stop in the hill country. Also,
Clair de Beauvoir gave us a copy of June Osborne's brand new 2006
book, "Birder's Guide to Concan, Texas (and surrounding area)."
It has his cute picture of a wet Yellow-throated Warbler staring out
from the cover. The book seems very nice, and I'm anxious to explore
some of the places she recommends. (Distributed by June Osborne, 2717
Braemar, Waco, TX 76710. Phone: 254-772-0728. Email: JObirder@aol.com.
I don't know the price.)
It has a section on Uvalde, which is 23 miles from Concan. Among the
places recommended is the Uvalde Fish Hatchery. I remember it from
my shorebirds class, for it is the only place north of the Mexican
border that has had a Collared Plover. Not only that, most vagrant
shorebirds come from the northeast or northwest; this one came from
the south. I don't expect to see a Collared Plover, but I'd like to
see the place, and it sounds rather interesting.
RV Park is on the east edge of town, but is definitely in town. It's
quite nice, with lots of shady oaks and most sites vacant. The winter
Texans have gone home. Of course, like most commercial parks, there
are almost no shrubs to attract birds. Furthermore, the two advertised
things seem to be lacking: quail and springs.
We're 200 miles
from the coast, and temperature topped out in Uvalde at 85_, and the
humidity doesn't feel much less than it was at Goose Island SP. Forecast
is for more of the same, with a warming trend to 90' over the next
five days. Nights were around 70' along the coast, but should dip
into the mid-60's here along towards morning.
p.m., Fri., April 14, 2006
Quail Springs RV Park, Uvalde, TX
It did indeed
cool off nicely last night--to around 60'--due to the lower humidity.
This morning it was still only 77' at 11:00 when we came back from
our morning's birding. But, of course, we're on daylight saving time
and at the western edge of the central time zone. By late afternoon
it had heated up to 92' and is still 89' at 8:30 p.m.
\We went out to
the National Fish Hatchery just outside town on the west side. The
pond where the Collared Plover had been found and which was good in
general for shorebirds was all dry. They'd drained it in order to
repair the posts for the two blinds that are out over the water. To
accommodate the shorebirds, another pond was partly drained so it
had some shoreline, but when we drove by it, we saw no shorebirds.
All the repair work on the blind had been done by a volunteer. They're
very short-staffed--more of the Bush funding cuts for the environment
in evidence. The two staff members who were on duty were very friendly.
The one who told us about the blind work and that the shorebirds might
be elsewhere went inside the office and asked the boss for permission
for us to drive the dike road out to the other pond. A while later
another man, who I think was the boss came out and asked us what we
thought of the blinds. He wanted to complete the restoration of them
in a way that would be most effective for birding and photography.
Jim had already told me everything that was wrong with it and had
no trouble conveying the same information to the manager. (I think
he was the manager because he looked Chinese and the name of the manager
on an information sheet I picked up was also Chinese-looking. It seems
unlikely to have more than one Asian here.)
book had said the Fish Hatchery was only open on weekdays from 8 to
4, but I decided to confirm that with one of the employees. He said
office hours are 8 to 3:30 now, but that the grounds are always open
for birding--earlier, later, and on weekends. We'll have to tell June
that when we see her.
Despite its drained
state, we did our best birding in the trees, shrubs, and grassy weeds
around the dry pond. As soon as we got out of the car, I heard Bell's
Vireos singing from two different places in the meesquite across from
the office. Walking around the pond, I heard what sounded like a Blue
Grosbeak, but I so rarely hear that sound that I wasn't completely
sure. I recorded the song and played it back, to no avail, but a few
minutes later two birds flew up to the top of a small bare tree, a
Blue Grosbeak and a Painted Bunting--a thrilling look at two gorgeous
birds, and to have them right together was really special. The Blue
Grosbeak started to sing, and I knew I was right. Later I got a somewhat
better song from him, using one of the blinds as a windbreak. It didn't
work perfectly, though. We plan to go out there again tomorrow morning
early--before the wind gets up.
We spent the afternoon
holed up in the trailer out of the heat. I tried sitting outside in
the shade for a while, but it was just too hot and I came in after
about a half hour. But I was out there long enough to find out what
was coming to Jim's water drip. Best were some Lesser Goldfinches
of the eastern black-backed variety. (This is about the eastern extent
of the species' range.) Jim went out in the late afternoon and got
some photos and plans to set things up a little differently tomorrow
and get some more. I think this is the first time I've ever seen truly
black-backed Lesser Goldfinches. Even at Hueco Tanks SP near El Paso,
they're gray-backed. Of course, the ones we have in the far west have
green backs. [When I mentioned this to Nancy Kenyon in an email, she
swore she occasionally sees black-backed ones at her feeder in Irvine.]
The main birds
that are eating Jim's birdseed are Red-winged Blackbirds. While feeding,
they sing a rudimentary song ending with the typical Red-wing trill.
I was reading and not paying much attention, but gradually I became
aware that there was also a House Finch up in a tree. As I listened
to its song, I discovered that the final harsh note that is its signature
was identical to the Red-winged Blackbirds' final trill. I should
have recorded it, but it didn't seem possible that it would continue
to sing while I got my gear out. Even without my moving, it soon flew
off, proving me right. Lots more birds imitate sounds around them
than people realize, and this was the first time I've been aware of
a House Finch doing it.
Toby has been
getting increasingly shaggy, and I could tell that the heat bothered
him, so I decided that since we'd be in a town for three days I'd
try to find a groomer. I really lucked out. The brochure for the RV
park said that a vet at the other end of town did grooming, but when
I called them yesterday afternoon, they said they didn't, and the
gal who answered the phone seemed astounded that I'd even ask. However,
she did know that the Oasis Outback sporting goods and animal supply
store did pet grooming. I asked where it was, and she didn't know.
So I walked over to the office to try to find out, but as I looked
out the driveway of our RV park, there it was right across the street.
So I got in the truck and drove over there--too hot to walk and the
traffic in US 90 is pretty heavy. The groomer had gone home for the
day, but they gave me her card and I called her. She said was fully
booked for today and wasn't going to work this Saturday, but she kindly
fitted him in anyway, if I was willing to leave him there all afternoon.
I took him in
at 1:00 and he was there until 5:30. But does he ever look nice!!
She said he behaved pretty well, too--a surprise, for he always attacks
the brush after I bathe him. (She told me what I've heard from other
groomers--that dogs have more respect for groomers than for their
owners.) I wish I could find a groomer close to home like her. My
long-standing one moved away. I tried one shop with Charlie and it
was awful. The people were disagreeable and he looked practically
shaved. Linda Gray has been coming down from Lake Arrowhead to do
Toby, but I always feel I'm imposing on her. Also, she needs me to
help hold him, and there goes the respect for the groomer!
For my future
reference--or that of any of my readers who have dogs or cats (she
was doing one of those when I took Toby in)--here is the information
on the groomer, Keri Rosano. I think she runs her own business and
just rents shop space from Oasis Outback. Anyway her phone numbers
are 830-591-3706 or 830-278-7203. Her business card says it all: "36
years experience grooming all breeds. Uvalde's only certified groomer.
Fancy hand scissoring. Cute short cuts--not 'stripped'". I'll
vouch for her work 100%. He really looks darling, and he's nice and
short for the hot weather. He shouldn't need a haircut again for quite
p.m., Sat., April 15, 2006
Quail Springs RV Park, Uvalde, TX
We didn't want
to get to Garner SP too early today. Since most state parks have a
check-out time of 2:00 p.m., we aimed for that. I took Toby for a
walk around our RV park and discovered there were Blue Grosbeaks singing
in the small weedy field behind the park. No way to record them. The
rest of the morning I spent reading the Sunday paper and embroidering.
Jim spent lots of time in the truck trying to get those goldfinches
some more. I don't think any really nice looking ones came in for
him this time. A lot of the males are rather moth-eaten looking and
patchy. I wonder if they're immature birds, for I know this species
doesn't have a different basic and alternate plumage, as Americans
only got down to 70' degrees last night, but we had overcast skies
until around noon, so it didn't heat up much until the sky cleared.
It was 88' when we left Uvalde and 98' when we arrived at Garner SP.
Wow! It's cooling off a little faster tonight. It's down to 84' now,
while it was 88' last night at this time in Uvalde.
Jim had to wait
in a long line the office to register at 2:00--maybe 20 min. We don't
understand why, for the people didn't look as though they were camping.
There were no RV's, just people in private cars. I wonder if they
weren't taking the campsites the weekenders had to vacate at 2:00
and just using them for the rest of the day. Jim was told the site
we had last time and liked (#105) was occupied, so he took the one
next to it (106) sight-unseen. After we had been situated in the site
a few minutes, the people in #105 left. We were rather disgusted,
but decided it was too hot to move. Later in the afternoon, we discovered
that we had misjudged the way the sun was moving and found ourselves
in a totally sunny spot, with the sun coming from the side, which
heated up the trailer pretty badly. Jim decided to go back to the
office and see if we could move, but it was closed! And it wasn't
quite 5:00 when he arrived. We don't get it. We've been looking over
other sites and think maybe we'll try for #108 tomorrow. It's even
shadier than #105, and that seems essential in this heat, which isn't
supposed to abate until Wednesday. Today's high was forecast to be
a record-breaker in San Antonio, and I'm sure it made it.
be just as hot, but not a record. The record is 100'.
they've removed all the pay phones in the park, so we can't send our
emails. The office was closed, but Jim didn't think he saw one in
there while he was waiting, but he may not have noticed it. We'll
have to search for one outside the park tomorrow. Our cellphone works,
but the signal seems to fluctuate, a situation where Pocketmail usually
Despite the heat,
Jim set up all his bird attracting gear. So far it's been patronized
mainly by Carolina Chickadees and Black-crested Titmice, but he put
it directly behind the trailer, where it's hard to monitor. Right
outside the window this afternoon we saw an exquisite male Summer
Tanager, whose red-orange plumage glowed like a calcium flame, especially
when set off by the new green leaves of the tree it was in. His mate
was also around, for we saw her displace him from a perch atop the
electric box at the next campsite (105).
It's 9:30 as I
finish this, and the temperature outside has gone down to 78' in just
a half-hour. Maybe it'll be a nice cool night and I can turn off the
A/C when I go to bed.
p.m., Mon., April 17, 2006
Garner SP, TX
Another 98' scorcher.
It's 84' now, a half hour earlier than it was 84' last night. (It
got down to 66' by morning.) According to Sunday's paper, the latest
weather report we have, it's supposed to be marginally cooler tomorrow.
When I went outside
early this morning, I heard a vireo song. It had simple and complex
phrases with timing similar to the "Solitary" group, but
the tone was quite hoarse. A quick look at Kaufman's (my favorite
for this purpose) song descriptions agreed with my thought that it
might be a Yellow-throated. Later in the morning it came in closer
and I was able to watch it singing. It was a Yellow-throated. Maybe
there's hope for me yet on those hard vireo songs. I still don't think
I can tell a Red-eyed from a Philadelphia. Need lots more practice.
We were able to
move to site 105 this morning, but with some hassle. Jim went over
to the office at 8:30 and was told the site was free for us to move
into, but we couldn't register for it until 9:00. No reason given.
So he dutifully went back at 9:00 and took care of it. We really see
why we like this site so much. It's been shady most of the day, with
dappled sun a good bit of the time. We got the A/C on early, so the
trailer didn't ever heat up too badly, not even in the bedroom, which
is farthest from the cool airflow.
It was after 9:30 by the time we got the trailer moved. I spent the
rest of the morning putting away threads from a completed embroidery
and selecting them for the new one. It's going to be a tough picture
to do--the Sharp-tailed Grouse that impressed us so in Nebraska last
year. Jim got a great head-down display pose that I'm using, and I
really want it to be nice.
There was fog
most of the morning, so I was able to work on the picnic table outside
on the above project. By lunchtime it was pretty hot, so I was happy
to come inside for the rest of the day.
Jim spent the entire day in his blind, shooting Summer Tanagers, Carolina
Wrens and a Black-and-white Warbler--and other less interesting subjects,
I'm sure. I don't know how he stood it.
p.m., Tues., April 18, 2006
Garner SP, TX
topping out at 97_. There was little wind, especially first thing
in the morning, so I went out at first light and stayed out until
shortly after sunrise. That's not particularly early, since sunrise
is after 7:00 here. I got lots of nice recordings, but with so many
White-winged Doves and Black-crested Titmice emoting almost constantly,
it wasn't possible to get solos of anything, except perhaps brief
separable single songs. I did record the Summer Tanager songs and
calls, Carolina Chickadee songs (heard mostly at daybreak in my experience,
calls the rest of the time), Yellow-throated Vireo, and a few others.
I had Jim take me and Toby over by the river where I remember there
were Yellow-throated Warblers in the tall Bald Cypress trees. Last
time it was too windy to get very good recordings. Today it wasn't
windy, but I soon realized that it wasn't the wind so much as some
rapids in the river that marred my recordings last time. I did hear
the bird high in the treetops, but didn't see one. Toby was more of
a handicap than I had expected, constantly jerking at the leash. Then
I'd put my foot on the leash, giving him very short tether. This made
him whine, not exactly what I wanted in my recordings. So I finally
gave up and decided to simply walk Toby.
When I got back,
I set up my chair outdoors by the picnic table with a good view of
the action in front of Jim's blind, hoping it wouldn't get hot too
soon. I soon became aware of almost constant Yellow-throated Vireo
activity almost directly above the blind and a little to one side.
After watching the birds for a while, one slipped into a nest! That's
all it took. Now Jim could get photos of the bird. It was maybe 15-18
ft high, and we could view it from several angles. The birds seemed
to be in the final stages of nest construction and were bringing in
invisible nesting material (spider silk?) and placing it around the
lip of the nest. [Later I checked Kaufman's "Lives of North American
Birds" and read that this is exactly what they do--wind spider
silk around the nest as a final step in construction.]
bird was a real coup, for the only photos Jim has of this bird are
distinctly second rate ones of an individual in Huntington Central
Park in 1985. I have first rate recordings from a few other places,
especially Ft. Niobrara NWR in Nebraska last year.
We drove down
to Concan eight miles away to mail some film at the post office. We
also stopped by Neal's Lodges to see if June Osborne was there, but
she wasn't around. We've met her a couple of times and always found
her exceedingly friendly. In addition, Clair and Sue had told her
we'd stop by. I left her a short note, which will have to suffice.
Again Jim spent
the entire hot afternoon in his blind, but was disappointed that the
Summer Tanagers made almost no visits to his water. In fact, it was
a dull afternoon for him. I saw no reason for me to be outside, so
amused myself in the cool trailer.
A cool (not cold)
front supposed to come through and tomorrow is forecast to be 10-12
degrees cooler. Even that will be in the upper 80's. I read in a San
Antonio paper that the normal high temperature there in April is 80'.
We've been having record-breakers. The paper also said they've had
to use rolling blackouts in the San Antonio area because some power
plants were down for scheduled maintenance. They didn't anticipate
the heat wave.
About dusk Toby
started barking his silly head off at something out the window. It
turned out to be a small group of White-tailed Deer grazing on the
grass not far away. I couldn't get him to shut up, so put him in his
kennel until the deer wandered off. We've also seen some exotic spotted
deer over by the park entrance. I think they're Axis Deer (aka Chital),
based on Kaufman's mammal guide. A number of species of exotic hoofed
mammals have gone feral here in Texas. A great many ranchers have
imported them for hunters. They make more money from trophy hunters
than from raising cattle or other domestic livestock.
p.m., Wed., April 19, 2006
Garner SP, TX
The main event
today was a visit from our friends Clair and Sue de Beauvoir. They've
been travelling around Texas for some time, too, and we've been wanting
to get together. They were in Junction, 72 miles north of here, and
drove down for the morning and early afternoon. The Yellow-throated
Vireos couldn't have been better performers! They paid no attention
to the four of us watching them complete their nest. Both Jim and
Clair got multiple shots of nest-building and of the birds on various
perches on trees. As we were watching them, Sue and I could see a
difference between the sexes. The female had yellow that didn't come
so far down on her breast, and the area around her eyes was only a
light yellow, while his was bright. Clair had never photographed the
species before, although he had had glimpses of it in the treetops,
as had we. We were all ecstatic about the day's success. Around noon
we went out to lunch at a nearby restaurant maybe five miles north
of the park on US 83. It was OK, but not wonderful. Very few restaurants
are open this time of year. More are open in the summer.
Clair told us
more about the Axis Deer on the park grounds. There was a huge flood
on the Frio River in 2002; we'd heard about it and seen TV pictures
at the time. He said it washed out many of the fences on the exotic
animal ranches around here, releasing a lot of animals.
As Clair and Sue
were driving in, they caught sight of a tiny White-tailed Deer fawn
on one of the park lawns near the road. He drove Jim and me back to
see it and get pictures. When we got there, we were disgusted to see
some park visitors in golf carts had parked right next to it, gotten
out of their vehicles and walked right up to it so they could photograph
it with their short lenses. There was nothing for Jim and Clair to
do but join the party. Jim was so excited, he couldn't hold his monopod
steady--most unusual. So we came back for his tripod, but before they
got back over there, the fawn had fled. Smart fawn, but it shouldn't
have been in the middle of the lawn 20 feet from the main park road
in the first place.
I took Toby for
an early am walk before Clair and Sue got here at 8:30 and discovered
a singing Yellow-throated Warbler that was not next to the noisy river.
I hadn't taken my tape recorder, having learned that it and Toby don't
mix. While chatting with Sue around 10:00, I began to realize that
the bird was singing again in the same place ca. 200 yards away, so
I excused myself and went over to record it. It sang and sang for
me, but unfortunately so did the Black-crested Titmice, Carolina Wrens,
and especially the White-winged Doves. There was also a fair amount
of traffic on the park road and an occasional airplane, but little
breeze. I recorded about fifteen minutes of song and hope I got an
occasional solo. I'll find out when I evaluate my recordings at home.
(I don't do it as we go along, because I like to listen to them on
my good speakers at home and note the counter numbers on the tabletop
AIWA tape recorder that I use to prepare programs.)
didn't cool down as much as we had hoped today. We ran the A/C all
night, too, for it was still 84' when I awoke at 12:30 and checked
it. It topped out at a muggy 91' and is still 87' now. It's totally
cloudy and we had a few sprinkles around dinnertime--just enough for
me to decide to cook inside instead of outdoors. Jim was just outside
and he saw some distant lightning in the west, so maybe we'll get
a thunderstorm to cool things down. Our weatheradio doesn't work here
in this valley and we haven't bought a paper today, so don't really
know what's going on. Of course, we have no TV. Yesterday's paper
forecast a cool front coming through last night, which usually means
drier air after it. Maybe it's just late. Oh, I just heard some thunder,
but it's still not really close.
We had been planning
to go to South Llano River SP tomorrow, but Clair and Sue advised
against it. They are well acquainted with the campground hosts and
have been told the park fills up just about every weekend. So we paid
for three more nights here in Garner and will go there Sunday.
Jim just went outside again and says it's starting to sprinkle (9:00).
I think it'll be our first rain since we left Caspers Park.
p.m., Thurs., April 20, 2006
Garner SP, TX
It didn't rain
much last night, but there was lots of thunder and lightning off in
the distance. We also had a pretty good wind storm. In fact, it blew
one of Jim's tarps off the top of his blind--the underneath one. The
top one was heavy waterproof canvas--old and very dirty--so he always
puts a blue plastic one under it to keep the fabric top of his blind
clean. The top one was tied down, but the underneath one wasn't. Apparently
the wind lifted the upper one enough to blow the lower one right out.
We found it about 30 feet away a short distance up the hill behind
It was still hot
when I went to bed, but cooled off into the upper 70s around 12:30,
when I awoke. So I opened the windows and turned off the noisy A/C.
It was 74' when we got up this morning and very muggy. The sky was
I decided to walk a ways on the old park entry road, which is now
a hiking and biking trail. This is the place where we've found Golden-cheeked
Warblers the last two times we've been here. I also wondered what
had become of the Canyon Wrens, which were high profile in our campsite
the last time we were here. I had barely started up the trail, which
runs along the hillside behind our trailer about half-way up, when
I started to hear the shimmering descending song of the Canyon Wren
way upslope from where I was. But it wasn't until I was walking back
down that I heard a buzzy song from up the hill. I turned on my microphone,
so I could record it and hear it better. It was the Golden-cheeked
Warbler, and pretty soon I got a brief glimpse of it to clinch the
ID. Not a good photo subject, so I didn't try to get Jim up there.
He has fair pictures of the species.
When I got back
to the trailer, I found Jim a few sites away with his chair set up
in front of a Golden-fronted Woodpecker nest hole he'd discovered
while walking Toby. The adults seemed to be feeding young. He stayed
there a while, but before the parents returned again (woodpeckers
often have very long intervals between feedings), the sky became really
dark and threatening, so he decided he'd better close up shop lest
the sky open up.
It actually didn't
start to rain for the better part of an hour, but it certainly was
dark. When it did start around 10:00, it was very light at first,
gradually becoming moderate. It rained continuously from then until
around 4:00, when it gradually let up and stopped. It really cooled
things off. The highest temperature I noted today was 76', which was
around 9:30 when I got back from my walk. The low was 69' when the
rain lessened briefly in the early afternoon and Jim went out to check
it. What a relief from all that heat, but it's been terribly muggy.
Of course, all
the rain reduced the demand for Jim's water drip to zero. Every rock
on the hillside has holes on top, and they were full of water. Not
to mention the standing water here and there on the paved road. Fortunately,
about that time the Summer Tanager pair discovered the Magic Meal
Jim had place in the tree crotch right outside the trailer window.
So after the rain stopped, he wiped the window clean and photographed
the birds from the trailer. He even used flash, wrapping a cloth around
the sunshade of the lens and wedging it against the glass so there'd
be no reflection from the flash on the picture. Both sexes came in
occasionally, and Jim even ate dinner with his head at a 90' angle
to the table, keeping track of the action. No bird came while we were
eating, but afterwards, when it was almost dark, one of them came
in for a last bite.
After my morning
walk, my day consisted of defrosting the refrigerator, a little reading,
and lots of embroidery. I sat outside for several hours after the
rain stopped. So far we've had no mosquitos here--unusual for this
place--but I suspect the rain will start them hatching out and they'll
be bad in a few days. As I've mentioned in other accounts, we have
had mosquitos, but they were in areas near the coast or resacas in
the lower Rio Grande Valley. There were none in Uvalde or here.
We were certainly glad we'd decided not to drive to South Llano SP
today. It was pleasant to be in the COOL trailer with the windows
open and the A/C OFF listening to the gentle rain and the birds, not
the steady roar of the A/C. Even with the pole stopping the vibration,
it's still pretty loud.
p.m., Fri., April 21, 2006
Garner SP, TX
Last night around
12:30 a.m. we were treated to a rip-snorter of a thunderstorm. It
lasted around an hour and a half, with maybe 15 minutes of extremely
loud thunder claps right close to us. Jim always stays in bed during
those things, but since I know I won't be able to sleep, I usually
get up and read until the thing moves on. This time I was also concerned
that Toby might be afraid. He was locked in his kennel on the dinette
bench and could see me sitting on the couch. Only twice did he rouse
up and look at me--questioningly and not fearfully, thank goodness.
He never whimpered. I took the opportunity to try to instill in him
the idea that those loud noises were just one more type of fun, and
Toby is an extremely fun-loving dog. So I said upbeat things like,
"Wasn't that a nice loud one?" and "Aren't we having
a good time?" He immediately subsided and despite a few more
ear-splitters, I didn't see any more of him. One more potential hurdle
that turned out to be no problem.
After the thunderstorm,
I think the front passed, because it was 64' when we got up this morning,
the coolest it's been in at least ten days. There was a little high
fog, but it soon cleared to a very nice day. It did warm up to the
mid-80s in the afternoon, but there was a nice breeze.
In the morning
we drove down to Neal's Lodges at Concan and sat around the Black-capped
Vireo spot for an hour or so. Very little came in. Jim fired off a
couple of shots at an Olive Sparrow, "just to see if my camera
was working." Finally we left and investigated the new property
Neal's has acquired in an old pecan grove. Clair had told us about
it and it's also written up in June Osborne's book. The turn-off is
on a gravel road across the street and slightly east of the new bank/postoffice
building. There is a sign for the pecan grove visible from the east,
but not from the west. We followed the signs after we got on the gravel
road--and there were several corners where one had to know which way
to turn--and within a mile came to the place. The entire road was
a varied mix of habitats that look like a cross between the thornscrubby
desert habitat down by Uvalde and the more wooded habitat of the Hill
The grove itself
was very beautiful, and June has fixed up a watering and feeding station
there. Clair said he's seen some nice birds at the water drip, but
we saw very little, since everything was still damp from last night's
torrential rain. Also it was 11:00 by the time we got there. I want
to go back early tomorrow morning and walk the entire road.
I sat outside the entire time--the first day that has been possible
since we arrived at Garner. (I wouldn't subject myself to that heat
the way Jim did.) It was fun to watch the behavior of the small number
of species in our site. The Yellow-throated Vireos were the most interesting.
They'd occasionally make desultory visits to their nest, fixing things
a bit, then squirming around inside to see if it was comfortable--or
something. But the activity wasn't nearly as frequent as on Wednesday.
I conjectured that perhaps they'd started their clutch of eggs and
were just checking on it, but we'll never know. Most of the time the
vireos just moved about the trees in the deliberate fashion of their
Jim had told me
that the vireos always seemed to chase away the Black-crested Titmice
when they ventured within 15 or 20 feet of the nest. I discovered
that they also chased away Summer Tanagers and Golden-fronted Woodpeckers
on several occasions. Nothing else came near, so my guess is that
they'd chase away any other bird.
That may be why
Jim has had so little action at his water drip. This afternoon he
spent most of the time in the trailer shooting the tanagers, woodpeckers,
etc., out the window as he did yesterday. Finally he moved his blind
over in front of the trailer and continued the same activity. We're
also getting hummingbirds at the syrup feeder on the same tree, but
they're all females. I can't tell female Black-chins from Ruby-throateds,
but since all the males at Neal's feeders seem to be Black-chins,
that's probably what these females are.
Late this afternoon
a Canyon Wren came down far enough on the hillside to be audible from
our site. It sounded as though it was close enough to see, but I never
I really love
those beautiful Summer Tanagers. This evening after dinner just before
dark I took Toby on a long walk, and their "chicky-tucky-tuck"
was audible the whole time I was out. The only other birdsong was
a few distant (for a change) White-winged Doves.
We thought a lot
of campers might arrive for the weekend, but so far we still have
the entire loop to ourselves except for the "host" across
the ditch. We don't know what he does--have never seen a woman around
the trailer. We seldom see him, and the curtains seem always to be
closed. Yet there are nearly always two vehicles parked nearby. Curious.
Our loop is probably
one of the less popular ones, because it is the farthest from the
river, and most people come here to fish or play in the water. Riding
the river in innertubes--actually modern replacements--is a very popular
activity, and there are even services that will provide the innertubes
and take you upstream to drift down.
p.m., Sat., April 22, 2006
Garner SP, TX
I drove around the other camping loops and discovered that most of
the sites near the river are occupied, mostly with tent-camping families,
even the electrical sites. Our loop again is almost empty. There is
one tent half-way down and an RV barely visible at the far end. How
wonderful that our favorite site in our favorite loop is so unpopular.
Our vireos and
tanagers entertained us all afternoon again. Even though this campsite
has probably attracted the smallest number of species so far on the
trip (except for some in-town private campgrounds), you can't complain
about Yellow-throated Vireos and Summer Tanagers. I'm also hearing
Yellow-throated and Nashville Warblers and Great Crested Flycatchers
in the treetops. A Black-and-white Warbler comes to the water drip
once in a great while. Regulars also include White-eyed Vireo, Carolina
Chickadee, Chipping Sparrow, Northern Cardinal, Black-crested Titmouse
and NO Great-tailed Grackles or Red-winged Blackbirds. Hooded Orioles
come rarely to the syrup feeder and orange half. The only things Jim
has to chase away are squirrels.
This morning we
went early to Neal's Lodges at Concan, and I walked from the highway
to the pecan grove--about a half-mile--then walked the trails around
in the grove and the nearby meadow area. All very nice--and especially
nice for a private establishment to have so much natural habitat and
be willing to manage it for the birds. Even more unusual is the fact
that outsiders are welcome to come on the grounds and walk the trails
and enjoy the birds at the feeders. Really a special place. According
to June's new book, they're doing a lot of refurbishing of the interiors
of the cabins and building a number of new ones.
conditions weren't superb because Concan is at a crossroads, and both
highways have a lot of traffic. The best thing I recorded was a Yellow-breasted
Chat and a Mockingbird singing simultaneously. Most interesting was
the way the Mocker kept including chat motifs in his song. I'll have
to use that tape as a workshop practice tape sometime--when I prepare
a new workshop with chat in it.
June drove by
and chatted briefly with me, then went on to where Jim was in the
pecan grove and they had a longer conversation. I'm glad we were able
to see her after all--and meet her husband, who recently retired and
now spends the migration period here with her.
While I was wandering
around, Jim spent the entire time at the water drip. He said a Yellow-throated
Warbler and a probable Wilson's came in briefly, but he couldn't get
any pictures. All the time he was there he was mentally redesigning
the water drip. The pool of water is just too deep for little birds.
Although it has logs and stones in it, they protrude up too much,
so there is no place for little birds--or even medium-sized ones--to
bathe. They were bathing in the muddy overflow from the bath and hard
to see. A pigpen isn't too far away, so we even wonder how clean the
Since Clair is going to be staying there the first week in May, Jim
has decided to take a rock with a nice depression in it from the hillside
behind our campsite down there, attach a splitter and some small-diameter
water tubing to the faucet, and rig up the right kind of water drip
for the place. We can't imagine that they'd object. The other set-up
will still be there as it was. Jim even found out from June where
Clair usually sits to take pictures, so he'll place the rock the right
distance from that spot. (He hadn't thought of fixing up the place
when he was talking to June, or he'd probably have discussed it with
her. She was going away for a couple of days.)
Since he's already
shot more film than he really needs of the birds in our campsite,
he got out his digital camera and got some images of the vireos and
tanagers. Then he tried to remember how to download them to his computer.
It's been a while and it took a lot of profanity before he figured
it out. (I was glad I was outside most of the time and didn't have
to listen to it.)
I tried to record
the soft call of the Y-t Vireos, a brief little "zhreek"
that is quite different from other vireos' calls that I know. They
do it a lot, especially when another species enters their territory.
Unfortunately the wind and all the traffic and camper activity along
the road just outside our camping loop interfered with getting anything
very good. I'll try again in the morning before anyone wakes up. [It
didn't work--only song and too much wind.]
The weather today
started out in the high 60s with low clouds--sort of like June-gloom
at home, but warmer and therefore muggier. The sun didn't come out
until around 1:00, then it warmed up quickly. Late afternoon was borderline
uncomfortable in the high 80s, but I stayed outside anyway. We did
turn on the A/C in the trailer. In fact, it's still on, because insects
come in through the screen on warm evenings. I'll turn it off when
I go to bed and turn out the lights. . . . I just went outside and
found it's still 82' out there, another reason to keep it on. There's
been a 10 mph breeze all day, also interfering somewhat with recording.
. . Later yet: I didn't turn it off until 1:30 am. It was 72' when
we awoke in the morning.
a.m., Mon., April 24, 2006
South Llano River SP, Junction, TX
It was 10:00 last
night before I could have sat down to write up the day's activities,
so I delayed it until this morning.
I stayed in the trailer editing the last two weeks of my diary to
send to Nancy. Jim went back to the pecan grove at Neal's to set up
the new water feature for Clair. He didn't try to make it drip, because
he had no way to suspend the end of the little hose above the rock.
But it's so close to the other water that the birds will surely find
it and discover how nice and shallow it is--just right for a bath.
While he was there
Jon Dunn came by with a birding tour group. It seems as though we
invariably run into Jon on these spring trips--somewhere. Jim told
them about the Yellow-throated Vireo nest in our campsite, but neglected
to mention that we were leaving that day. Jon said they'd stop by
around noon, but it was almost 2:00 when they got there. The birds
had been very low-profile all morning, but when that large group arrived,
they both immediately flew up to where the nest was and flitted around
in an agitated fashion. It was apparent that they were defending their
nest from us. This increases my confidence that they are in the process
of laying their clutch of eggs. I had checked occasionally before
that and never seen a bird incubating yet.
The morning was
cool and overcast, with the sun not coming out until about the time
we were getting ready to leave around 2:00 to drive the 76 miles to
South Llano River SP near Junction. The temperature topped out at
a very steamy 88'. This morning is overcast again, but it only got
down to 74' last night, one of the warmest ones we've had. It's supposed
to cool off tomorrow, with thunderstorms forecast every day for the
rest of the week.
We weren't able
to get a very good site here in the park, which has only a rather
small campground. All the shady sites on the outside of the one camping
loop were taken, so we have one in the middle that's right next to
the trail to the rest rooms. No water drip here for Jim, for there
aren't even any shrubs in it. However, the park has a lot of photo
and observation bird blinds, which Jim is checking out at this very
We got here around
4:30 and had barely gotten settled when Clair pulled into the visitors
parking area by the rest rooms and caught sight of me sitting in my
chair. He came over and then drove us around and showed us two special
places: the area of the river where he found and photographed the
Green Kingfishers (male and female) and an area east of Junction where
he photographed the Black-capped Vireo.
It was after 7:00
when we got back. I had marinated some chicken thighs (huge ones that
took a long time to cook) and had to grill them that evening. So it
was probably around 8:30 when we sat down to dinner.
Point of information:
Forget all you learned in Spanish class about pronunciation. Here
Llano is pronounced "Lanno" with a short "a."
This seems like
a good place to end this installment. My readers will find out in
a couple of weeks how our stay here turned out.
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