Author: Steve

Tuesday. We didn’t bird much today. We rested. While we rested we saw
another fourteen birds we hadn’t seen yet this trip. We haven’t seen the
green heron very often before. He was at the edge of the pond in front of
us. We got the roseate spoonbill, that’s always nice. And the American
oystercatcher. He always looks like somebody made a mistake putting him
together. Least tern. He’s so tiny. He’s just bigger than the warblers
we’ve been looking at. We got a long look at Mr. and Mrs. indigo bunting,
an orchard oriole, and a bullock’s oriole. And one new bird, the
rose-breasted grosbeak. 360. Tomorrow, maybe we’ll go check out the purple martin condos in Rockport.

Once it’s done, it will look more like the site we’re staying in this time:

Judy standing in our front yard.

Since we like it here so much, and since we come here every year, we decided
to buy our own little piece of Texas. A very little piece. An RV site.
And here it is. They’ve poured the concrete slab and the patio. They’ll put in some pavers,
landscaping, and utilities, and it will be ours, complete with little palm
trees. Next time we visit, we should be able to park right on our own site.

Uh oh! Problem. We’re on the coast and the spring migration is still going
on. All those little songbirds spend the winter in South America, then
migrate across the Gulf on the way north. They’ve been flying nonstop
across all that open water, so they stop to rest as soon as they get here.
That accounts for the high concentration of birds. For those of you bored
by bird counts, better hang up now.