March 19 Another beautiful day on the refuge

We attempted, unsuccessfully, to find the "grass pipers" at the Progresso Sod Fields yesterday afternoon. The south wind was a steady 25 mph with gusts to 45 mph. The only occupant was a solitary Horned Lark.

Next we tried a location from the Valley Birding and Butterfly Map labeled Rio Rico Road. 1.2 miles south of Hwy 281 then east on paved road to Willacy County Pumping Station on the Rio Grande.

Golden-fronted Woodpecker, un-ID'ed warbler, and a Border Patrol Officer were our only observations. 

The scenery was lovely, but we were warned that we were in a dangerous location. 

Highway 281, the Old Military Highway, must have an historical marker every quarter mile. 

The Thornton Skirmish, April 25, 1846, is noted as the spot where American blood was shed on American soil when Captain Phillip Thornton and his 42 Dragoons were attacked by Mexican soldiers.

The larger marker to the left details Spanish colonization to prevent French control of the area.


For the second night in a row I had a clear sky with moon rising about 9:46, a record down here this year. Seems like we've had clouds, mist, rain, and cold for the last 10 weeks.

The just past full moon served as a guide for locating Mars.

Orion, Taurus, and the Pleiades were high overhead with Canis Major and Canis Minor following on Orion's heels. 

On my first foray out the pauraque were silent, but as soon as the moon rose they began their melodic calls. Coyotes, song dogs, sang in the distance. 

I hit the floor on the first alarm this morning to look out expecting early morning fog. I could feel and smell the humidity, but the setting moon and stars shone brightly. 

Pauraque still called softly and wild turkey gobbled just outside the circle of light from Volunteer Village. 

After spending the morning on income tax preparation, I felt the need for a nature transfusion, so we walked to the visitor center to check out the water features. 

Located Northern Parula, Orange Crown, Titmouse, and more Grackles and Red-wings than I wanted. Altamira Oriole, Green Jay, Long-billed Thrasher, and Olive Sparrow were also present. 

Turkey Hen was at the gazebo...

Tom was outside the visitor center... splendid breeding plumage

His loud gobbles woke up the Screech Owl

Mr. Tom strutted and spared with his own reflection in the VC windows for 20 minutes...

I snapped 43 pictures before other visitors arrived startling him into flight so fast I had no chance to grab the camera. 

Spring has truly arrived with the flowering of the allthorn... wish I had smell-o'vision. 

March 18? Holy Cow

Where has the time gone? What have I been doing?

We spent one long Saturday at Gladys Porter Zoo in Brownsville at the Ocelot Conservation Day on March 8. Alvin and I were in charge of tickets for the Lucas Miller Show

The Singing Zoologist

followed by an appearance by Sihil, the Ocelot Ambassador from the Cincinnati Zoo.

We handed out tickets to 782 people, mostly local families, while almost 1300 attended the event. 

In addition to Sihil and Lucas, the other star of the day, present only in her photos, was the newest member of our ocelot family on the refuge. 

 Discovered on trip camera on February 14, she is estimated to be between 3 and 5 months of age.

Obviously very curious and appearing quite healthy, she has Hillary, the ocelot biologist, and the ocelot interns walking on air. 

Then it was back to tours on Sunday and Monday. We found two different  juvenile White-tailed Hawks (WTHA) that caused us to scratch our heads and say "HMMMM" 

This was the only one close enough for a photo. 

Tuesday, March 11, we took a special boat tour with Scarlet Colley, the Dolphin Whisperer, out to the edge of South Bay in search of the Mangrove Warbler, a subspecies of Yellow Warbler with great success. The warbler was calling loudly and was visible although very active. I made no attempt at photography, but Leon, Another birding tour volunteer, took several photos (which he still hasn't shared with me). In every picture, the bird was slightly behind a green leaf, but the chestnut neck was clearly visible. 

Another highlight of the tour were the dozen or so dolphins that came to play and Scarlet's "dolphin Dog" Rozzie. 

When the cool, damp, misty day caused Rozzie to begin to shiver, Scarlet asked if I would hold him for a bit. She wrapped him in a sweat shirt and I cuddled him close. Oops, she made the mistake of saying the word DOLPHIN and he immediately jumped out of his warm cocoon and began his dolphin patrol at the bow of the pontoon boat.  

Saturday's tour to the Bahia Grande yielded this Cactus Wren nest under construction. We watched the bird return 3 times to add nesting material. 

On Sunday, I couldn't relocate the nest. Amazing how all those prickly pear patches look alike.

We dipped completely on the wren, but the Cassin's Sparrow were highly vocal and visible, skylarking all along the 15 mile tour.

On the Monday tour, I relocated the nest after studying my photo for easier ID purposes. Alas, no activity in the vicinity. Maybe the 40 degree change in temperature caused the wren the postpone the nest construction.
The Cassin's were also silent and almost non-existent with only 3 being recorded. A great find was a Northern Parula up on the loma with an enormous flock of Butter Butts. Sorry, no photo!


After putting the van away after our last tour of the weekend, we opted to indulge in a St Patricks Day lunch at Bayside Cafe in Laguna Vista where I satisfied my corned beef and cabbage addiction for the year.
Returning to the refuge, we detoured by the Cameron County airport after witnessing an advertising banner being dropped. Spring Break at South Padre is a whole 'nother story.

We witnessed the tow plane using a tail hook to lift a banner to loft over the merry makers on the beach. Often wondered how they managed to get those things airborn.











The hanger  and tower still serving the airport was constructed during World War II when the original 11,000 acres of the refuge were an artillery training range as a part of HAGS, Harlingen Aerial Gunnery School. Ammunition was stored at the sub-base and was loaded onto the airplanes at the airstrip for bombing practice on South Padre Island.

The road into the airport is on the actual old runway and tarmac. Sort of gives me goose bumps to think of the other transients of this concrete slab. 

Miles of cement still silently inhabits this sliver of coastal prairie, long enduring the harsh environment. 

On the final leg home, a trio of javelina performed a daring gymnastic routine. The fresh green newly sprouted sorghum maize was an overpowering temptation. 

Life is never dull on the refuge. 

Birds and Other Wild Things

Laguna Atascosa Tour on Feb 28 found this pair of White-Tailed Hawks. The one on the

 left still has the dark head of a second year bird and the breast still shows some dark splotches. 

The Bahia Grande Unit on Feb 24 had multiple singing Cassin's Sparrow. No skylarking just yet.
Love the cactus "moon"!















On Friday, we braved the howling wind for Valley Nature Center in Weslaco. Left my camera in the Jeep, naturally. Used my cell phone to snap a picture of 5 Clay-colored Thrush in one tree never dreaming I would get anything.

Imagine my surprise when I put the photos on the computer and actually had captured 4 of them. Definitely not quality, but documentation. 

Not all the wildlife on the refuge has feathers... On the Saturday 2 PM bird walk, this king-sized Western Diamondback was checking out the Wood Rat nest. We didn't see too many birds after that encounter, hard to see much of anything when we're watching our feet all the time. 

Waiting for the next cold front to arrive... So tired of winter cold.