Ducks, Whoopers, & More
Armed with ideas from Bill at GCBO, my stay in Rockport exploring some of the area's Great Texas Coastal Birding Trail (Central Coast) sites has been quite productive. At the Whooping Crane Festival on Sunday I bumped into a friend from Florida (Jeff of the Leica Birding Blog and, I might add, an incredible birder) who reinforced one of Bill's suggestions - so I spent Monday morning at the Port Aransas Birding Center(site CTC-057). Thanks to them I picked up this Green-winged Teal, a new addition to the species list. This is a male (or drake) but I also had success getting a few shots of one of the hens. Cinnamon Teal were another target at this site but those that were within camera range were sleeping; I plan to give them another try tomorrow.
In addition to the ducks, I saw herons & egrets, pelicans, gulls, spoonbills, as well as shorebird species that included dowitchers (pretty far away but I think they were Short-billed), American Avocets , and this species, Black-necked Stilt. Word from some of the locals I chatted up were that the Stilt numbers have been increasing over the past couple of weeks as they have begun to migrate northward from Mexico and Central America. This particular one was part of a group that had just been chased (along with several avocets) from another part of the wetland by a marauding Northern Harrier.
As the morning progressed some clouds started rolling in and, just before I decided to pack it in, 2 flights of dowitchers went zipping by right over the boardwalk. There had been a huge flock foraging in the mud flats about 100 yards distant but for some reason decided it was time to leave. I looked over that way fully expecting to see another Harrier lazily around soaring over there. No, the reason for the angst was a missile in the form of a Peregrine Falcon. It wasn't successful on this pass but what a sight to, anyway . . .
And today was my much anticipated day to take a boat ride out to Aransas National Wildlife Refuge, winter home to the largest percentage of the Whooping Crane population. As with any birding tour, what you see can be a hit or miss proposition and we did pretty well seeing 5 or 6 (I forget now) family groups. This is one of the adults from the only one of those groups that were close enough to the shoreline for shooting effectively.
Here is the first Winter bird from that family. In addition to the cranes, the tour included stops on the ride out to the refuge and while we searched for the cranes to see other species, all ably pointed out by the Skimmer's) skipper, Captain Tommy Moore - along with plenty of information about the cranes themselves and their life history. Now I need figure out a way to get back in late March when they start the courtship dancing . . .
