Author: Steve

This is not a turkey vulture.

Not only did she line the bottom of the ice chest with frozen water bottles, she vacuum sealed individual bits of ribs and chicken for snacks, then vacuum sealed a bunch of ice cubes to throw on top.  We’ve had to buy a couple bags of ice so far in this hot weather and transfer them into ziplocks, but all the food in the ice chest is still cold and dry.

Junction, Texas.  For the night.

https://www.google.com/maps/@31.3154141,-98.5497458,5.7z

We’re the blue dot.

We’re going camping.  But not tonight.  Tonight we’re hoteling and on our way west again tomorrow.  Just like when we had the motorhome, but without the motorhome and completely different.

Here’s a yellow-breasted chat we saw on our afternoon walk.

He was watching us as well.

In the tree right next to our front steps.  About eight feet off the ground.

It’s a mourning dove on it.

Rain or shine.

It looks like that perseverance is paying off too.  Directly under the nest we found an egg shell.

Good chance she’s sitting on babies now.