More Christmas Counts...
Galveston, Arch Dillard (713) 996-0107
Old River, Jonelle Buckles (713) 576-2504
Rio Carizal, Gene Blacklock (512) 882-7232
El Naranjo, Nick Jackson (210) 895-4610
Cypress Creek, Ted Eubanks (713) 666-2669
Spring Creek, John Jones (713) 444-8369 or
Calvin Blakely (713) 358-5407
Buffalo Bayou, Bob Honig (713) 665-6963
Beech Creek, David Baker (409) 899-1878
Rio Corona, Gene Blacklock (409) 882-7232
numerous new species for the day. Reddish Egret,
Marbled Godwit and American Avocet waded while
Green-winged Teal, Gadwall and Mottled Ducks
dabbled in the pond around a large concentration of
roosting Caspian and Forster's Terns and Laughing
Gulls. A Cooper's Hawk passed over, flushing the
flock. The bird of the day, however, was a rare Fall
sighting of Lesser Golden Plover in the short grass
at the edge of the pond.
After this stop, having seen 74 species thus
far, most of the group disbanded. Martha bravely
continued for brief stops along the Bolivar
Peninsula to Bolivar Flats and to East Beach in
Galveston to bring the final trip list to 103 species,
including 15 species of Warblers. Who says Fall
birding is bad? Beautiful weather, good birds, and
delightful companions provided a very pleasant trip.
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30 YEARS AGO/FROM DECEMBER 1963
SPOONBILL by Noel Pettingell
„__OG FIELD TRIP, OCT. 6, 1993: A small but
enthusiastic group of birders met at Boy Scout Woods
in High Island at 7:00 a.m. Finding the gates locked,
Larry Branam, Mary Ellen Branan, Peggy Bailey,
Martha Micks, Bob Omart, libby Price, Ron and Bethel
Strawser and I began birding at Smith Oaks. The birds
initially were furtive, including a well plumaged male
Wilson's Warbler which delighted several with close
glimpses but frustrated others. The woods resonated
with the calk of Catbirds and Brown Thrashers and the
grunts and squawks of Grey Squirrels. Individuals of
several species of warblers appeared briefly, but finally
a beautifully plumaged male Black-throated Green
Warbler and American Redstart allowed close leisurely
observation Libby spotted an elusive Mourning
Warbler, but everyone got wonderful views of an
Ovenbird, which strutted across the path ahead of us.
Several Rose-breasted Grosbeaks posed to cap our visit
to Smith Oaks before we headed to Boy Scout Woods
to eat lunch and continue birding.
Since passerine activity had declined, we
checked the South Oilfield Pond which provided
THE BATTLE OF THE HUMMINGBIRDS
My yard is no longer a safe place to roam! Walking
along, I hear an angry cluttering and a strong whir
of wings, and I cringe as two aggressive midgets of
the "Avian" society go zooming by within inches of
my head. My yard is an arena for battling
In each corner is a feeder with one hungry
hummer guarding it against any intruders. The
trouble is there are six feeders and some fifteen
hummers who don't understand the polite rule of
taking turns. The battles are phenomenal! It is
worse than watching a tennis match as my head
turns to follow the angry antics of these midgets. In
one battle the clash of bilk k ominous while one
hummer actually knocks another to the ground and
continues attacking. The poor hummer on the
ground k helpless since he can neither -stand nor
walk on hk tiny feet. My movement to hk aid k
enough to scare away the attacking hummer and
enables the victim to fly away apparently unharmed.
Then, there k the "elevator dance," in which
two hummers face each other and go up and down
like two tiny elevators—a height of ten feet!