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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Fifteen hours, One Snow Storm, and Thirty-four Species

Loaded up the dogs and headed to Lake Kickapoo with MyMrMallory. 

A Mockingbird sits on the rain gauge. 


Nearby, a Golden-fronted Woodpecker hopped from limb to limb on an old Mesquite tree.


I'm keeping an eye on the female Red-tailed Hawk roosting in a tree across the inlet. 


The Purple Martins have arrived. I counted three couples yesterday.


White-crowned Sparrows seemed numerous, and usually with a Harris' or two tagging along with them. 


I brought inside some cuttings from the berry tree the Cedar Waxwings visit every spring. 


It started to snow while an immature White-crowned sparrow picked at the flowers. I took this shot through the screen of the window. 


Rufous-sided Towhee, Eastern type; at home I spotted the Western type earlier this year. 


This picture shows the reason why we call this type of Northern Flicker "Red-shafted." 


It snowed all day on Saturday. 


The Cardinals hunkered in the bushes against the strong wind.


Carolina Chickadee in a Pecan Tree.


I photographed a group of Cedar Waxwings in the Cottonwood tree at the end of the day.


MyMrMallory kept the fire going as it snowed. 


On our way home we spotted a prancing turkey through the thick Mesquite. Like most my photos of turkeys, this one shows one walking away from me. 


Lesser Yellow-legs. 

I identified the following species at Lake Kickapoo: Bewick's Wren, White-crowned Sparrow, English Sparrow, Harris' Sparrow, Golden-fronted Woodpecker, Pelicans (flying overhead), House Finch, American Coots, Mockingbirds, Cardinals, Red-tailed Hawks (3), Virginia's Warbler, Gray or Bell's Vireo, Rufous-sided Towhee (Eastern type), Cedar Waxwings, Purple Martins, Red-winged Blackbirds, Grackle, Snow Geese, Cormorant, Canada Geese, Olive-sided Flycatcher, Starlings, Ring-necked Turtle Dove, or an Eurasian Collared Dove (but I lean toward the Ring-necked because it looked white instead of light brown), Yellow-rumped Warbler (also known as Butter-butt), American Goldfinch, Male Northern Flicker, Gull (flying overhead), American Robin, Brown Thrasher, ducks (flying overhead), Kingfisher, Great Blue Heron, Carolina Chickadee. Last week I spotted a Red-headed Woodpecker in the Cottonwood tree. On my way home on Highway 367 I spotted Meadowlarks, blackbirds, Kestrel, Lesser Yellowlegs, and American Turkeys. 

1 comment:

  1. Great blog Liz! Looks like you got a nice set of photos there.

    -Ben

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