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Juvenils; What can you do?

UPDATE: The baby birds in our backyard are doing great. Here are a few of our favorite quick pix.

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Juvenile Yellow-crowned Night Heron

Looks like someone you wouldn’t want to bring home to meet the fam.

 


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Golden-fronted Woodpecker

 

Woody, Jr. is voracious and a bit nippy with mom!  

Maybe he needs a lesson from the other one.

Mother’s Day 2012: Flowers, Kingbirds and more!

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Christina Rossetti (1881)
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Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.

 

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Oh those Kingbirds.

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And a surprise visitor.

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Scary visitors, but thankfully an OLD nest.

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HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

 

Oh! Those Hard to ID Yellow Fellas

We’ve been seeing this bird around the yard for several days.  We often see Couches Kingbirds around and this bird — unless it’s a juvenile — doesn’t look/feel like a Couches.  I’m guessing –if not Couches — then Western Kingbird, or possibly Great Crested Flycatcher?

Any experts care to enlighten a newbie? 

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Stop EVERYTHING Fall Migration has Arrived

I had thought that I would research and blog about fall migration, but then I found this lovely in-debth article on the Texas Parks and Wildlife Page — never been one to re-invent the wheel. So here you are: everything you ever wanted to know about why thousands of people flock to South Texas for fall migration.

http://www.tpwd.state.tx.us/publications/pwdpubs/media/pwd_bk_w7000_0511.pdf

(You’ll notice that the flyways are for Spring Migration, but most of you will know — or either you’ve landed on the wrong spot — that Fall Migration is simply reversed.)

 

BIRDS MIGRATE AT NIGHT

By Jan Haug

Songbirds migrate at night, 

sea birds by day.

Night birds navigate by the stars,

day birds, at least partly, by the sun, 

the pre-fractal line of the shore, 

swiftly.


The tern, arctic terns, sea swallows

fly from the Arctic to the Antarctic, 

and return again in summer.

They fly both hemispheres, 

the Old World and the New,

swiftly.


There’s a longitudinal division,

they fly up and down, not 

round and round. Do they meet 

on snow-covered ice? Are they tempted 

by other landscapes, different shores?

Swiftly


brought back within the fold?

Magnetic lines, they say, are also

perceived by birds

who once walked upon the earth

as dinosaurs. Archaeopteryx from Germany


swiftly,

by all accounts, a dino-bird,

squashed and fossilized

tells us a lot about being

one thing and becoming something else.

Have hope, anxious humans, it may happen

swiftly.

 

 

And for your astonishment, I present a few more astounding photos from Greg Lavaty.

Rosette Spoonbill

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Elegant Trogon

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White Tailed Kite

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Northern Jacana

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The Harvest Moon this Month

We recieved our first front of the year yesterday, our low temps dipped below 70! And even still, here within less then 2,000 miles from the equator, each of us knows always, that it is a false start and we will return to hot and hotter until at least November of sometimes even December, but our hearts ring with the sounds of Autumn. 

 

 

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photo by Bob Peterson

 

The Harvest Moon

It is the Harvest Moon!  On gilded vanes
  And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
  And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
  Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
  And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!
  Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,
  With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!
All things are symbols: the external shows
  Of Nature have their image in the mind,
  As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer’s close,
  Only the empty nests are left behind,
  And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.

by Longfellow

Nests, Full Moon and Passion – w/sound

Last night’s full moon.

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White-winged Dove nest: there is a baby bird in there, I just couldn’t photograph it. Unfortunately, I don’t have that skill, perhaps some day.

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Passion Flower.

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Giant Cicada or Cicharra in Spanish

http://www.texasento.net/Cicada.htm