Over the course of four successive Saturdays, I walked every trail and road at Santa Ana National Wildlife Refuge.
It wasn’t a heroic pace to spread it over four different days. It came out to less than forty miles of walking.
I got to see a lot of stuff. A forest like a jungle. Lakes, trails, trees, hanging moss, blinds, vines, sun, clouds, fog, an old cemetery. At the south end of Jaguarundi Trail I watched a farmer in Mexico working his fields. At the end of Vireo Trail, looking across the Rio Grande, I identified 17 different birds I was able to put on my Tamaulipas, Mexico list. Altogether, I got to see 60 bird species, including Harris’s Hawk, Gray Hawk, Greater Roadrunner, Chuck-wills-widow, Brown-crested Flycatcher, and Altamira Oriole. I watched a bobcat in the distance.
It wasn’t a heroic pace to spread it over four different days. It came out to less than forty miles of walking. I got to see a lot of stuff. A forest like a jungle. Lakes, trails, trees, hanging moss, blinds, vines, sun, clouds, fog, an old cemetery. At the south end of Jaguarundi Trail I watched a farmer in Mexico working his fields. At the end of Vireo Trail, looking across the Rio Grande, I identified 17 different birds I was able to put on my Tamaulipas, Mexico list. Altogether, I got to see 60 bird species, including Harris’s Hawk, Gray Hawk, Greater Roadrunner, Chuck-wills-widow, Brown-crested Flycatcher, and Altamira Oriole. I watched a bobcat in the distance.