Brushline with Brad

Over the Christmas weekend a visiting birder named Brad Krimmel e-mailed me and asked if I knew of any guided bird walks taking place on Monday!  I offered to take him around, and the rest is history, as they say - he had been up in Laredo doing some work for his business (Preservation Texas: http://preservationtexas.com/ ) and just wanted to spend some time in relaxed birding!  Since he had been to tropical America several times, he really didn't have any targets but mentioned that he could always use help with sparrows, so I figured a trip up to Brushline Road was in order!

We met at the Alamo Inn, and although it was a gorgeous, sunny day, the atrocious winds from the last two days hadn't abated much, so it wasn't as productive as I felt it could have been, but even so we had some nice things.  On the way up to Brushline I careened onto Nittler Road (which had produced Sprague's Pipit a couple of weeks earlier), which was now passable and allowed for some views of several duck species in a flooded field.  While we dipped on the Sprague's, several American Pipits flew over, but the best event involved two flocks of "white geese" that flew right overhead, with one line close enough to easily pick out a Ross' Goose in the mix, which was a life bird for Brad!  Three White-tailed Kites also put on a nice show.

On to Brushline (after getting turned around at Hargill), where right as we hit the road from FM 490, a group of Pyrrhuloxias, three Clay-colored Sparrows, and a Verdin all sat right out in the sun for us!  (I was scolding the Verdin for not doing that when I had other people with me in the past who so desperately wanted to see one... ;-) )  The seasonal wetlands were very productive with more pretty ducks (including a nice Cinnamon Teal), both Least and Pied-billed Grebes, Greater and Lesser Yellowlegs together for good comparison, and the occasional Harris' Hawk by the roadside.  We hit the jackpot once again at a little spot that happened to have some reeds in it, where both an immature White-crowned Sparrow (which can be tough to get in Hidalgo County) and a Swamp Sparrow popped up!  (It was also marshy enough to house a couple of Soras!)  Approaching SR 186 the flock of Sandhill Cranes didn't disappoint, as there's usually a group hanging out right around there.

 

Clay-colored Sparrow

 

Female Pyrrhuloxia

 

Crossing the highway, we continued north, but the wind was kicking up and things were generally quieting down.  Savannah Sparrows were out the yin yang, and we did have a couple of very confiding Loggerhead Shrikes!  Another wetland (that had the road completely blocked a few weeks ago) had a stunning male Redhead along with the more expected ducks, and at one point a Roadrunner went darting across the road, along with a couple of covey of Bobwhite!  We had some friendly Ruby-crowned Kinglets and Orange-crowned Warblers, but no unusual songbirds; even the usual flock of Brewer's Blackbirds at the Rio Beef Feedyard let us down.  Coming down Rio Beef Road we had one Green Jay, and made a brief stop at the "South End Marsh" to troll for Virginia Rail, but nothing responded.

 

 

Two of the friendly shrikes along the way

 

Brad searching for that elusive Lincoln's Sparrow...

 

We decided to make a quick stop at Delta Lakes for necessities and check the overlook for anything of interest.  The water level was down so there was some shorebird habitat, but the light was at a bad angle, so besides a couple of Stilt Sandpipers that were easy to ID, the others had to be let go as "peeps" (although we did have Least Sandpipers earlier).  Best bird here was an Eared Grebe, but we also managed to add Laughing Gull, Caspian Tern, both cormorants, Black Vulture, and White Pelican to the list.  On the way out of the park proper we had Mr. and Mrs. Belted Kingfisher on separate wires plunging away!

 

Headed home after that, where near a sugar cane burn we found a young White-tailed Hawk dutifully looking for Crispy Critters! :-)  Bird List (84 species):

 

Black-bellied Whistling Duck

Greater White-fronted Goose

Snow Goose

Ross' Goose

Gadwall

American Wigeon

Mottled Duck

Blue-winged Teal

Cinnamon Teal

Northern Shoveler

Northern Pintail

Green-winged Teal

Redhead

Ring-necked Duck

Ruddy Duck

Northern Bobwhite

Least Grebe

Pied-billed Grebe

Eared Grebe

American White Pelican

Neotropic Cormorant

Double-crested Cormorant

Great Blue Heron

Great Egret

Snowy Egret

Cattle Egret

White-faced Ibis

Black Vulture

Turkey Vulture

White-tailed Kite

Northern Harrier

Accipiter sp. (I suspect we had both, but I can't be sure...)

Harris' Hawk

White-tailed Hawk

Crested Caracara

American Kestrel

Sora

Common Gallinule

American Coot

Sandhill Crane

Killdeer

Black-necked Stilt

Greater Yellowlegs

Lesser Yellowlegs

Least Sandpiper

Stilt Sandpiper

Laughing Gull

Caspian Tern

Rock Pigeon

Mourning Dove

Greater Roadrunner

Belted Kingfisher

Golden-fronted Woodpecker

Ladder-backed Woodpecker

Eastern Phoebe

Vermilion Flycatcher

Great Kiskadee

Loggerhead Shrike

White-eyed Vireo

Green Jay

Horned Lark

Tree Swallow

Verdin

House Wren

Marsh Wren

Ruby-crowned Kinglet

Blue-gray Gnatcatcher

Northern Mockingbird

Long-billed Thrasher

European Starling

American Pipit

Orange-crowned Warbler

Yellow-rumped Warbler

Common Yellowthroat

Clay-colored Sparrow

Lark Sparrow

Savannah Sparrow

Lincoln's Sparrow

Swamp Sparrow

White-crowned Sparrow

Northern Cardinal

Pyrrhuloxia

Red-winged Blackbird

Western Meadowlark

Great-tailed Grackle

 

 



 





Ed Newbold's Report on Their Adventures in Texas

We mess with Texas! (© 2015 Ed Newbold)

http://ednewbold.com/

 

Posted Nov. 20, 2015 from Seattle, WA

I’ve heard  “Don’t mess with Texas” my whole life.  If I took it seriously, I would probably go to Florida, Hawaii or California to find subtropical birds in the US, rather than “messing” with Texas.  But Delia and I and the indomitable Brian Pendleton recently decided to call Texas’s bluff and go there anyway.

It turned out to be a good idea!  It’s fun to go down there and mess around looking for birds and nature.  People in Texas are as nice as can be and we had a wonderful time.  Everyone should mess with Texas!

We flew in to McAllen  on Nov 12^th and our first stop next morning was at Salineno,  that second n is an enya, a nature area further upstream on the Rio Grande.  This Altamira Oriole, our largest Oriole, stopped to pose for us there.  We also had a pair of Audubon’s Orioles  at the blind, where seeing these birds can be as easy as shooting fish in a barrel.

There’s even more Green Jays in South Texas than there are Border Patrol agents, and it’s a gorgeous bird.  But it being so common and easy to photograph, I guess that created a perverse psychology and  it turns out I took hardly any photographs of them after this first shot.  It doesn’t show their flashy yellow in the tail which makes them so easy to identify when they are flying away.

Our next stop was Benson State Park on the Rio Grande where in the evening I found this Ringed Kingfisher.  This has always been the most astonishing bird for me.  A rather huge Kingfisher that is so brightly colored it damages the retina, quite unlike the Belted Kingfisher which is also in South Texas.  Unbelievable bird, I hate to choose a trip bird but this one sort of knocked me over.  This is a male, the female has a blue chest-band fringed in white over the same red (it’s more accessorized), would love to get a good look at that.

 

On the second day we visited Estero Llano on the Rio Grande, downstream from McAllen, and we found a colony of Groove-billed Anis plus this White-tailed Kite, a bird that holds a special place in my heart.

 

These Black-bellied Whistling Ducks were also at Estero.

Northern Cardinals can be found many places besides South Texas, but I don’t get tired of them and these birds seemed a tad brighter than I’ve seen elsewhere, and there were lots of them.  It also has Pyrrhuloxias.

Here’s another colorful bird that is really abundant in South Texas and I didn’t take enough shots to get a really good shot, the Great Kiskadee.  They also make a lot of noise.  This shot shows what they look like and shows their color well, but a straight side-view isn’t normally the most dynamic shot.

 A Yellow-crowned Night Heron was at Estero along with it’s cousin the Black-crowned Night Heron.

In the evening our guide Mary Beth steered us to the right street in McAllen where a couple hundred Green Parakeets come to roost at night.  The Green Parakeet is a native bird in South Texas and Northern Mexico.   They have a sense of humor like all Psittacines and noticed us watching them and this bird hung upside down 10 feet from our can and took a good look at us.  The genus is Aratinga, so it’s related to the Parrot that lived in Eastern US but was driven extinct, the Carolina Parakeet.

On Sunday we headed down the road from Alamo, where we were staying, to Santa Ana National Wildlife Refuge.  Here’s the canopy walk at Santa Ana.  There’s also a tower.

 

Here’s the Rio Grande at Santa Ana.

 

This is me at Santa Ana wearing Texas-War-Paint, AKA sunscreen.  I had plenty to put on we hadn’t been using the sunscreen much in Seattle lately.

Delia on her last day, she had to get back to Seattle for a Monday work-week start.  Notice she’s carrying a scope.  It’s not ours, we’re scope-parasites:  We don’t own one but are happy to look through other people’s.  Of course, by carrying the scope what Delia is doing is not parasitism, but commensalism.    I practice a purer form of scope-parasitism.

 We head up 150 miles north into the Tamalipas Thorn-scrub forest, to a place called Choke Canyon, to look for Fulvous Whistling Duck and Northern Jacana.  On the way we spot these two Crested Caracaras  (actually, we spotted many Crested Caracaras.)

Here’s a photo of the two birds a minute later.  Brian took this shot (as you can see also, it’s a lot sharper.)  This shot gives you a whole lot more information:  these birds are in love!

We find the Fulvous Whistling Ducks right away, here’s one posing with a Great Egret, but after scoping for an hour or so we were beginning to lose hope of locating the Northern Jacana in all the reeds at the fringe of the big 75 acre lake.  We know that’s how big it is because its name is “75 Acre Lake.”   I was napping in the car in an empty parking lot when suddenly a woman named Nicole whom we had met two days earlier at Anzalduis Park bombs into the parking lot.  She sets up her scope and finds the bird after just 10 minutes, saving us from what would have been a big dip!   She also points out a big distant Water Moccasin wrapped around a log.

Nicole suggests we all try for some Mountain Plovers seen recently near Bishop.  That would be a lifebird for her, for me and a 38-year bird for Brian, so that’s a no-brainer.  But we arrive at the site as daylight is fading and, although we do manage to catch a flock of 200 Long-billed Curlews and a flying squadron of Sandhill Cranes on the way, the well-camouflaged plains-dwelling Plovers get the best of us.   We treat at a really great Mexican restaurant that’s close by and then head back to McAllen.  It’s an eastward direction for Nicole, she’s doing a Big-Year and heading East, she has to be back in Georgia by Thanksgiving.

 The next day we head out early for the coast with our guide from the first two days, Mary Beth, who is based out of the Alamo Inn.  First on the agenda is to find the Aplomado Falcons that have been reintroduced to South Texas.  The serious listers aren’t supposed to count these birds because they are not yet naturalized, but for us lower-class birders, it’s open season.  We find a pair but the shots I get are really terrible.  They were about a half-mile away and a fierce wind was blowing, I was happy to get them in the field of view.  But what made the sighting magical was the way the pair played with each other in the wind, doing high-speed, arcing dives on the other, apparently for the fun of it.  Moving on we crossed over to South Padre, which is a big city with high-rise buildings everywhere.  There were a few remnant pieces of wetland fringe on Padre with small Mangrove forests but they all had for-sale signs indicating they’ll soon be parking lots.

Encountered many species of Terns at the World Birding Center and a nearby beach.  Orange bill are Royal Terns, red bill are Caspian Terns, black bill with a yellow tip is Sandwich Tern and bright red bill but it’s hidden and all you see is a long black wing is a Black Skimmer.  We also had Common Terns, Forster’s Terns and Gull-billed Terns.  I like the Terns.

 

And Piping Plover, left and Snowy Plover, right.  I sure hope the biologists know what they are doing putting all those bands on the Piping’s legs.   Both species were present along with Dunlins, Ruddy Turnstone, Semipalmated Plover and Willets.

Of course Mary Beth knew immediately this bird a Reddish Egret (white phase):  It was dancing and it’s the only Egret that habitually hunts that way.  A bit later a Snowy Egret started dancing in the Mangroves and that confused me for a moment, but I soon realized the Snowy wasn’t the professional caliber dancer that the Reddish Egret was, more like a good amateur.

I didn’t realize just how much bigger a White Pelican is than a Brown Pelican.  This shot puts that on the table.

 

Also at the Center, this Great Egret came cautiously over to check out an Alligator.  It seemed  like the Egret was wondering if the Alligator had any table scraps left over from it’s last meal.  These birds will do almost anything to make the cover-shot of this blog!

Common Gallinules were present at the Padre Islands World Birding Center.  I didn’t remember how fancy-looking they were.

 

Mary Beth is the only person I ever met who got into birding through sound rather than the sight of birds.  She was arguing with a friend about which song was a Baltimore Oriole’s (this was in Michigan) Mary Beth thought one song was the Oriole, her friend was sure a different song was the Oriole.  To resolve the problem Mary Beth began investigating birds songs with the help of a record her parents got for her.  Turns out, neither song was the Oriole’s, but that started a quest to learn vocalizations of birds and she was truly amazing in her expertise.  That’s her and Brian.

 

On the way back we stop at Brownsville to visit the roost of the Red-crowned Parrots.

 

Here’s another shot of those, what a gorgeous Parrot.  This is also a native, not a flock of feral escapees or anything like that, the native big Parrot of Northeast Mexico and SE Texas and closely related to it’s western cousin the Groove-billed Parrot which has been lost from SE Arizona.

I guess it was Wednesday we went back to Benson State Park.  This Harris Hawk posed there.  We had White-tailed, Gray Hawk, Red-shouldered Hawk, Swainson’s Hawk, Broad-winged and Zone-tailed Hawk plus 2 accipiter hawks and 3 falcons during the course of the trip.  In spite of much looking, wishing and attempts at turning other birds into it, we never found a Hook-billed Kite. 

On the way out of Benson I was delighted to finally get a look at a bird we learned the call of the first day at Salineno, but I had not gotten a good look at.  I had heard them many times, but finally a pair of Olive Sparrows obligingly came out onto the sidewalk at the Interpretive Center as night was falling and I got to see what they looked like.

Next day we headed back to Anzalduis County Park, hoping mostly for a Hook-billed Kite.  There was a flock of Eastern Bluebirds there plus a number of Warblers, some White-eyed Vireos, a Tyrannulet and a Greater Pewee which is a rarity in the Rio Grande more easily found in Arizona, but not that easily.  This is the Greater Pewee.

 

One of the Pine Warblers at Anzelduis.

 

A Yellow-rumped Warbler at Anzelduis.

 

This was Brian’s and my nemesis warbler on the Great Midwest Warbler Safari of 2014 , see these blog pages, a Yellow-throated Warbler, a southern enough bird that we missed it on the Safari along with Worm-eating and of course, in case you happen to know about Eastern warblers,  Swainson’s Warbler we also missed.  Bachman’s is extinct now, so I don’t think that counts as a miss.

 On our last day the 19th we headed back to Estero.  This was a enjoyable morning.  We birded with Cheryl (sp) and Dvori  who weren’t together but we all had the same idea of working the western side of the park for a Tropical Parula that had been seen there.  We found it, no good photos, but also had another Blue-headed Vireo, a Rose-breasted Grosbeak, a Nashville Warbler and a Northern Beardless Tyrannulet.   The Grosbeak, shown above, is a male but is in winter plumage so not the dandy he’d be in the summer.

After picking up the Tropical Parula we made a quick run to Mission Nature Center.  We ran into a guy in the lot named Sig who had physical activity kind of written all over him and he was there to mountain-bike the trail.   It was great to see the place getting attention and use and helping people stay healthy, this is one of the many places where Moutain-biking is part of the solution.

I’ve never seen such a density of Road-runners as at Mission.  We’d gone there on the advice of Huck at Estero llano, look that guy up if you ever go there, that Hooked-billed Kites forage for tree snails in the old-growth Mesquite there.  We didn’t get lucky on those but we did pick up our two last birds there, a Cactus Wren and a Cassin’s Sparrow.  The Cactus Wren Brian “mined” from a photo he took of birds we looked at but were too far away.  When he put the shot up on his computer, he could see one had been a Cactus Wren, so we both get a new bird for our list.  It’s a brave new world.

There were Green Kingfishers at a number of places we visited.  This one at Mission was a male, and unlike Belted Kingfishers, the male has more color in this species.

 

The whole time we stayed at the Alamo Inn in Alamo.  This is an amazing place totally set up to meet the needs of anyone wanting to enjoy nature in the lower Rio Grande valley.   I recommend it highly without reservations, actually, you might need reservations.  They have everything set up so birding, butterflying or whatever is easy out of there plus a lot of touches that you’ll really appreciate like the chance to access breakfast food as early as you want, chic clothing with pictures of glamorous birds, and what’s really great is that nothing has gone to the owner’s head  and prices are still reasonable.

For an old guy like me this visit carried some sadness. In 1953 the Falcon Dam stopped the annual flooding of the Rio Grande valley and signed the death warrant for the tall Riparian forest in the lower valley.

I visited in 1979 and although we were in a hurry, I remember a lush tropical forest along the river.  People told us then:  This forest is doomed because of the dam.  Now almost all that’s left of the old forest is some pretty tall dead trees like these in Benson.  The forest that has come into the valley to replace the old riparian forest is the Tamalipas Thorn-scrub Forest, native to the upland areas to the north and south of the Rio Grande.  It’s characterized by large Mesquite trees and I think is a classic example of  “chapparal” but I have to check on that.

 

Another thing that’s troubling is the rural places being developed at such a fast rate.  Every forest and field had a for sale sign on it.  It’s great to see people prospering and doing well, but it’s a race against time to save enough land in the valley so that the spectacular birds and wildlife can survive.  In the airport we found this sign of people doing this work: The Valley Land Fund.  The Valley land fund is trying to save a bit of the old Rio Grande valley so when it’s gone, it’s not all gone.  Here is a link:

http://valleylandfund.com/

Regardless of politics, most people see these land-rushes that turn everything from greenfield to suburban development as a result of the market, and of course they are largely correct in that.  But there’s a nuance rarely commented on in the political discussion in theis country.  That is the effect of the property tax.  Property tax distorts the market by taxing wealth but only taxing one form of wealth, property.  You might have $229 million in stocks and bonds and hedge funds, and property tax won’t touch it.  But you can be a relatively cash-poor person who owns just a five acre field and you get hammered every year for property tax.  It’s the tax on wildlife habitat is what it is.  When there’s a land rush like in the valley, the land-rich owners who are less wealthy face the carrot of the temptation of the sale price plus the stick of increased property taxes if they don’t sell and as a result there are no “curmudgeon parks” owned by people who have lived on the land all their lives, never gotten fabulously wealthy, but aren’t tempted by the money to cash out.  Obviously I understand that government needs to raise money and we can’t just eliminate the property tax, but at the very least we should be aware of its many insidious consequences.

The Golden-fronted Woodpecker shown above, like the Tropical Kingbird, seems determined to survive regardless.  Both birds were common in the urbanized areas and we ticked both birds most mornings as we stumbled out of the Alamo Inn at dawn.

List of Birds seen on the Great Mess with Texas Bird Tour of 2015

House Sparrow Golden-fronted Woodpecker Great-tailed Grackle Mourning Dove Eurasian Collared Dove Tropical Kingbird Eurasian Starling Rock Pigeon American Kestrel Red-winged Blackbird Harris Hawk Scissor-tailed Flycatcher Turkey Vulture Northern Mockingbird Green Jay Inca Dove Orange-crowned Warbler Great Kiskadee Bronzed Cowbird Northern Cardinal Audubon’s Oriole Black-crested Titmouse Olive Sparrow Plain Chachalaca Ladder-backed Woodpecker Long-billed Thrasher Eastern Phoebe White-tipped Dove White-winged Dove Altamira Oriole Blue-gray Gnatcatcher Osprey Great Egret Snowy Egret Spotted Sandpiper Neotropical Cormorant American Pipit Zone-tailed Hawk Lesser Nighthawk Black Phoebe Crested Caracara Cave Swallow Cattle Egret Great Blue Heron White-tailed Hawk Yellow-bellied Sapsucker White-fronted Goose Snow Goose Ruby-throated Hummingbird Curve-billed Thrasher Buff-bellied Hummingbird Barn Swallow Cooper’s Hawk Red-shouldered Hawk Gray Hawk Common Yellowthroat Sharp-shinned Hawk Ruby-crowned Kinglet American Robin Lincoln’s Sparrow Belted Kingfisher Monk Parakeet Western Meadowlark Tree Swallow Rough-winged Swallow Reddish Egret Ring-necked Duck House Finch Black-throated Green Warbler Black and White Warbler Killdeer Lesser Goldfinch Black Vulture Double-crested Cormorant Green Kingfisher Red-tailed Hawk Greater Pewee Broad-winged Hawk Swainson’s Hawk Vermillion Flycatcher Verdin Eastern Bluebird House Wren Anhinga Yellow-rumped Warbler White-eyed Vireo Chipping Sparrow Yellow-throated Warbler Blue-headed Vireo American Coot Black-bellied Whistling Duck White Pelican White-tailed Kite Common Gallinule Loggerhead Shrike Pied-billed Grebe Blue-winged Teal Gadwall Black-crowned Night Heron Yellow-crowned Night Heron Common Parauque Common Ground-Dove American Avocet Groove-billed Ani Northern Shoveler Roseate Spoonbill Little Blue Heron Tri-colored Heron Sora Savannah Sparrow Field Sparrow Mottled Duck Northern Pintail Ruddy Duck Carolina Wren Indigo Bunting Least Grebe Swamp Sparrow Eastern Screech-Owl Couch’s Kingbird Least Sandpiper Long-billed Dowitcher Green Parakeet Clay-colored Thrush Greater Yellowlegs Northern Bobwhite Northern Beardless Tyrannulet White-faced Ibis Wilson’s Snipe Lesser Yellowlegs Green Heron Ringed Kingfisher Eastern Meadowlark Pyrrhuloxia Greater Roadrunner Say’s Phoebe White-crowned Sparrow Bewick’s Wren Northern Harrier Cinnamon Teal Fulvous Whistling Duck White Ibis Merlin Northern Jacana American Wigeon Green-winged Teal Western Sandpiper Long-billed Curlew Sandhill Crane Wood Stork Forster’s Tern Aplomado Falcon Horned Lark Willet Laughing Gull Brown Pelican Sanderling Black Skimmer Caspian Tern Ruddy Turnstone Elegant Tern Gull-billed Tern Dunlin Semipalmated Plover Semipalmated Sandpiper Black-necked Stilt Piping Plover Black-bellied Plover Sandwich Tern Snowy Plover Magnificent Frigatebird Peregrine Falcon Common Tern Herring Gull Redhead Least Bittern Gray Catbird Franklin’s Gull Red-crowned Parrot White-fronted Parrot Black-throated Gray Warbler Hooded Oriole Yellow Warbler Pine Warbler Great Horned Owl Sprague’s Pipit Wild Turkey Northern Parula Rose-breasted Grosbeak Nashville Warbler Tropical Parula Bell’s Vireo heard only Cassin’s Sparrow Cactus Wren  American Goldfinch Ring-billed Gull

Two Couples from Seattle Hunt for Targets

13-14 NOV 15

[Note:  names were changed to protect privacy, but Ed (Ernest) posted his own version of the whole trip, which can be viewed on the next blog, so you're gonna get their real names anyway... :-): ]
 

            I ran into Brody and crew in Portal, AZ, last August while feeder-watching, and while we were sharing stories I had mentioned that I had just been hired at the Alamo Inn B&B, and that if they were considering coming to south Texas to bird that they should stay with us!  Well, he actually took me up on it J and he and his wife Danielle, along with his friend Ernest and his wife Dee, arrived on the 12^th, and we all went birding Friday and Saturday!  The weather forecast had been dismal all week, but miraculously the morning of the 13^th the chance of rain up in Salineño went down to 10%, so we decided to head up there first (but not without driving through some pretty good squalls to get there).  Before we left we bagged Tropical Kingbird right across Main Street in the little city park!

            It was good to see Merle and Lois again (the steadfast Winter Texan couple who faithfully stocks the feeders at Salineño), but I was saddened to hear that their loveable dog Jake had died.  But their two Maltese were as cute and friendly as could be (until the couple with the longhair dachshund showed up)!  Audubon’s Oriole was the main target here, and we didn’t have to wait long for him to show up, giving everyone great views!  It took a little longer for his cousin the Altamira Oriole to show up, but eventually the crew got decent looks of many of their targets:  Long-billed Thrasher, Green Jay, White-tipped Dove, Black-crested Titmouse, and even Golden-fronted Woodpecker and Kiskadee were a hit!  An Olive Sparrow showed up briefly, and I think everyone got at least a glimpse of him before he was upstaged by the Hispid Cotton Rat!  Even the lone Bronzed Cowbird was exciting for them!

 

 

Golden-fronted Woodpecker

 

Audubon's Oriole

 

Green Jay mug shot

 

Altamira Oriole

 

Heading to the feeders

 

            After we had gotten our fill of the feeders we meandered down to the boat ramp, where it was pretty quiet bird-wise but several fishermen had the place staked out (Ernest practiced his Spanish on them J)!  Downriver was a distant cormorant that a scope proved to be a Neotropic, and a couple of Ospreys were patrolling the joint, but the star of the show was a Zone-tailed Hawk that circled overhead!  We poked down the trail a little, but I didn’t realize there had been a fire in there; the place was pretty ravished.  But we did manage to spook a nighthawk that (thanks to Brody’s photo) we were able to pin down as a Lesser, and indeed John Arvin’s checklist shows that they do hang around here until mid November!

 

 

Mediocre shot of the Zone-tailed Hawk

 

Lesser Nighthawk

 

            Since they already had the typical southwestern species under their belts, we decided to skip Falcon SP and head back to Bentsen (or Anzalduas if it was raining by the time we got there).  We stopped for lunch (where the guys got their life Cave Swallow in the rain) then drove through another cell in Rio Grande City, but by the time we got to Bentsen it was only dripping, and then soon stopped altogether!  But on the way down Bentsen Palm Drive the guys spotted a hawk hunting low in the field, and Brody did a Uie so we could get better views (as the bird had landed); turned out to be a young White-tailed Hawk which gave wonderful scope views!  Two more youngsters were flying around, and soon all three were circling!  A Caracara had also been sitting in the field earlier on.

            Once in the parking lot we went on a sapsucker chase for a few minutes, but seeing as it was getting late I wanted to try and get them on the Eastern Screech Owl Ranger Roy had staked out for the RGV Bird Festival folks, so I had them bird the gardens in search of their Buff-bellied Hummingbird (and the Tropical Parula if it was around) while I checked us in and got our “bands”.  Sure enough, they had found one (the hummingbird, that is)!  We made a cursory check at the canal for Green Kingfisher (nada), then headed to the Gatehouse Feeders where I was hoping a Clay-colored Thrush would come in.  Everyone got killer looks at Chachalacas instead (and more Green Jays of course), but when it became apparent that the tram wasn’t coming any time soon I suggested we walk on down to the Pavilion area.  Some Red-shouldered Hawks were screaming, and shortly thereafter a Gray Hawk joined in.  Once down to the grove, someone thought they heard a Ringed Kingfisher, so we meandered down to Kingfisher Overlook, but there wasn’t anything except another Osprey, I believe.  So we wandered over to the restrooms, and I was warning everyone to approach carefully, only after careful scrutiny we saw that Mr. Owl had flown the coop (and not only was this a lifer for them, but it’s a candidate for a split as well).  So then we floated over to Green Jay Blind where we enjoyed the namesakes trying to avoid being eaten by a Sharp-shinned Hawk patrolling the area (although there was some discussion that it could have been a male Cooper’s as well)! 

            We finally dragged ourselves away and poked back down the road to the visitor’s center, where an Orange-crowned Warbler was showing off.  I directed Brody to take West Military Highway to avoid the freeway construction, and in doing so we had two beautiful White-tailed Kites (and also a nice Harris’ Hawk somewhere along the way)! 

            We made it back safe and sound, deciding to hit Estero Llano Grande the next day, but with continued reports of Hook-billed Kite, Brody greeted me the next morning with the desire to hit Anzalduas first, which sounded great to me!  After we gathered everyone together I asked if they needed Monk Parakeet, which they did, so we took a swing through Hidalgo first.  I was sweating a little, however, as the parakeets weren’t hanging around their nests, but suddenly Brody spotted a small silent group on the wires, and everyone jumped out to get great looks at yet another life bird! J

            From there we headed to Anzalduas, where we found three species of swallows all lined up on the wire over the spillway, and then ran into a gal who was on a couple of the field trips I led for the RGV Bird Fest!  She was looking for Sprague’s Pipits (I told her, and my crew, that here that involved forming a scrimmage line and walking through the field, so they passed on that), but she did say the Greater Pewee was still around, so we thanked her and headed for the river.  As always, my clients were amazed that Mexico was “right there” (to say nothing of the fact that, at this point in the river, you’re actually looking north into Mexico)!  One of the gals spotted a Green Kingfisher sitting across the river on the little “island”, and Dee did hear a distant Ringed Kingfisher, but alas, we never saw the guy.  We worked the trees there for warblers and picked up a Black-throated Green for the day.  I was also able to feign exuberant excitement over a House Finch teed up on a tree (although considered accidental in the Valley, this otherwise widespread species can be reliably found at Anzalduas)!  But the best bird was feeding next to a Great Egret out in the river: a young Reddish Egret dancing away!  (These birds are expected on the coast, but are rare anywhere inland…)

 

 

Distant shot of the young Reddish Egret - expected on the coast, but rare inland!

 

The gang works the trees for warblers

 

House Finch, considered "accidental" in the Valley, believe it or not!

 

            Heading over to the pewee spot, we ran into a group of birders who already had the bird, so my gang was able to get another easy lifer!  I was pleased to see a few Eastern Bluebirds sail in, and soon they joined another feeding flock where we were able to pull out both White-eyed and Blue-headed Vireos, a Black-and-white Warbler, a knockout Yellow-throated Warbler, a few Chipping Sparrows, and my personal favorite, an “Audubon’s” Warbler (which is a “junk bird” to Washingtonians, of course)!  Raptors were quite plentiful, and we had a Hookbill false alarm for a minute when what looked like a very fat-winged raptor went sailing away from us and behind the trees!  If it was indeed the same bird that reemerged, it turned out to be a young Harris’ Hawk, but in addition we had a young Broad-winged Hawk, an adult Swainson’s, a Red-tailed Hawk, and a beautiful pearly Gray Hawk that put on a show!  There were lots of vultures of both flavors around, and we ran into my RGV Fest friend again valiantly trying to turn one into a Zonetail!  But a real odd-looking “raptor” flying overhead turned out to be an Anhinga!

 

 

The continuing Greater Pewee

 

Female Vermilion Flycatcher

 

            Deciding to give up on the Hookbill, we continued on to Estero, where we enjoyed lunch on the deck and the Coots in Ibis Pond.  A couple of young Black-bellied Whistling Ducks had us going for a minute (we were specifically looking for Fulvous), but it was good lesson on key field marks to look for in each species.  Dee was able to get a satisfying look at a Buff-bellied Hummingbird at the feeders, and Danielle enjoyed the Golden-fronted Woodpecker coming in to oranges off the deck!  When we were finally ready to hike, we went straight to Alligator Lake, where we enjoyed views of both night heron species, and thanks to a gentleman who wandered by with his camera, we all got knockout views of the resident Pauraque after he pointed it right out to us!  We then snuck around the back way to see if the resident Eastern Screech Owl was sitting in his hole, but he wasn’t, so it was yet another dip on this coveted species.  The big mama Alligator lazing up on the bank at the overlook somewhat made up for it!

 

Immature Black-crowned Night Heron

 

Snoozing Pauraque

 

            Park host Huck Hutchins had another owl staked out, so we made our way back to the Tropical Zone, but not before climbing up onto the levee to look for the Groove-billed Anis, a bird that normally clears out in the winter but a few always seem to hang around.  I wasn’t sure exactly where on the levee they were, so after enjoying some Avocets and Shovelers in the actual Estero Llano, we headed east, and it wasn’t long before some black things flopped into the bushes!  Anis!!  Shortly they decided to show themselves, and everyone got great looks at their honkin’ noses and eventually heard their squeaky calls!  Miraculously a Verdin finally decided to show himself as well!  Heading back down the levee we added several herons and a couple of Roseate Spoonbills to the list, along with one of the same White-tailed Kites we had seen during the Bird Fest sitting in the same tree!

            Then it was time to find Huck’s owl, but we kept getting waylaid by various ducks, Indigo Buntings, and a variety of sparrows that included Savannah, Field (thankfully Brody got a picture as it was flagged by EBird), and Swamp!  At the boardwalk on Ibis Pond another target bird, the Least Grebe, started trumpeting, and we finally got on a close one and saw his yellow eyes!  Several Soras actually showed themselves, but I didn’t want to keep Huck waiting too long, so we hustled back into the Zone where he had the fluffiest Screech Owl just sitting pretty on his stump!  The crew was thrilled, and I advised them to bank this one (“McCall’s Screech Owl”) in case the rumored split became a reality!  Huck also told us about the Crazy Ant problem, and we were all shocked to see how they had even invaded an electric meter!  A Couch’s Kingbird was “pupping” near the old shuffleboard courts, so that was another target “ticked” off, and Huck showed us another Pauraque (another backup in case I couldn’t find the regulars on a future trip).  More American Robins made themselves known, but alas, no Clay-colored.  Someone did spot another gorgeous Altamira Oriole, but unfortunately another target bird, a Northern Beardless Tyrannulet, did one wheeeK! and then shut up…

 

 

Female Northern Pintails

 

Female Indigo Buntings

 

Enjoying Least Grebes from the boardwalk

 

"McCall's" Screech Owl

 

            We were pretty beat after that, so we headed home, but talk about the Green Parakeet Show on 10^th Street got everyone excited again, so we headed over there with plans for dinner afterwards!  I advised Ernest just to cruise up 10^th with the windows down, and when we heard some, we went careening into the nearest parking lot and got great views of the parakeets staging on the wires (we were especially entertained by those that would hang upside down and preen each other)!  Not only that, but we happened to park under a little oak tree where they eventually all came screeching in, chowing down on acorns!

 

 

Snapping the Green Parakeets in urban McAllen!

 

Playful parakeets

 

            We had a great celebratory dinner after that at The Blue Onion, then headed back to the Alamo Inn with well over 100 species for the day!