Beaches and Birds

“We sit in the mud…and reach for the stars.” ~ Ivan Turgenev

Twenty years together is a milestone for a married couple, but it seems like yesterday that he and I made the transition from friends to lovers.  Where does the time go?  Oh yeah.  I forgot about the four kids we threw into the mix.  That really eats into the daytime hours.

The first week of October in Houston, coupled with even the slightest drop in temperature (woke up to 58, a high of 82 today!), gets us itching for one of two things:   camping or beach going.  As it may be another month before the mosquitoes will even allow us to camp comfortably (i.e., they are completely gone), we opted for the beach instead.  The kids, of course, couldn’t wait to put their little toes in the Mississippi silt Galveston sand.  Mom and Dad had other plans; we wanted a few fall migratory birds for our list.

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Warbler Magic at LaFitte’s Cove

Children are born naturalists.  They explore the world with all of their senses, experiment in the environment, and communicate their discoveries to those around them.” ~ The Audubon Nature Preschool

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Horny Owls, Beaver Surprise

One quick trip out to Brazos Bend is all that’s needed to grease the skids for a weekend of birding.  After school, I cooked an early dinner, packed up a picnic basket, loaded the birding paraphernalia, and waited for the kids to get off the bus.  We skipped homework — YEAH!! — and headed south for a nature hike at dusk.

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Feathering the Nest

The human bird shall take his first flight, filling the world with amazement, all writings with his fame, and bringing eternal glory to the nest whence he sprang.

~ Leonardo DaVinci

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Hummers, High Island, and High Hopes

“This could all be yours someday.”  ~ Guster

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Little did we know what Christmas would spark.  When Scottie came in to tell me, There is a Rufous in our tree, I brushed him off in usual fashion.  I thought he probably just wishes there was one, much like the wood stork he talks about could be in our creek out back — but equally as unlikely.  He spends a lot of free time on the iBird Pro app and I can’t tell fact from fiction, especially when he’s deep in the business of learning about something.  I hear about some bird fact no less than 10 times per hour.  A mother can only humor a boy so much. 

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