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Seeking A Little Gull, We Found Many Others
Photographed & Posted January 31, 2016
Anna and I were looking for the littlest gull, who has been seen at the Upper Spillway later this month, and though we found many others — none so rare, we didn't see a Little Gull. But I was amazed at the variety of gulls we did find. I see all those white dots thronging the Upper Spillway every time I drive by toward the west side of White Rock Lake, but I had no idea they were not all Ring-bills. This morning, just after 7 ayem before even the dawn dawned, we hike up the hill on the Garland Road side to see and photograph gulls and gulls and gulls up there.
Bonaparte's Gulls kinda look like they have two eyes on each side of their face. The front one is an eye; the back one is a near-black marking. I see at least seven in the shot above.
Herring Gulls are, according to my oft-quoted Lone Pine edition of Birds of Texas, "proficient hunters that enjoy a variety of foods, allowing them to live in diverse habitats."
Today's bird photos are in no real order, but I kinda wanted to put the Herring Gulls together. Probably that same first-year Herring Gull we saw just above. Once again, thanks to Kala King for identifying this bird.
Again according to that special, Lone Pine edition of Birds of Texas, "With all its delicate plumage and behavior, the small Bonaparte's Gull is nothing like its brash relatives. This gull is the smallest to appear in Texas (Except when a few of us get to see a Little Gull). It avoids landfills, preferring to dine on insects caught in midair or crustaceans plucked from the water's surface."
Note the variety of head and facial markings and their size relative to the much-larger Ringbills in this and the next photograph down.
If my memory serves me right — and it so rarely does that anymore — the only Bonaparte's Gulls I have previously photographed were flying around Sunset Bay.
Only about six of these are Bonaparte's Gulls — the maybe six here with too many "eyes" on this side.
Or a slow photographer trying to catch up with fast birds.
There were a bunch of other species down there, too. But mostly gulls and gulls and gulls.
Too much early light up there — and too little below, so I overexposed its bill and chest and underexposed everything else. I kinda like the look, but after this and breakfast, and what I thought was going to be an appointment, I slept for hours and hours. Then I worked up these end-of-month pictures.
We don't much appreciate cormorants' beauty here in the USA, but in several countries, these beautiful birds find their way to their national coinage, and this one reminds me of something I've seen in silver from Eastern Europe.
Red-shouldered Hawk Staring from the Other Side
Photographed & Posted January 29, 2016
I kept being utterly astounded that I'd picked this Red-shouldered Hawk out from this side of the trees along Dixon Branch. That I knew immediately, first time I looked over there, that this was just the bird I'd hoped to find — male or female. That it had selected this perch, just so that shade would be across its eyes, and it could watch everything in the area without glare.
Another photographer saw me pointing my big lens at something and joined me for a few minutes as I carefully stepped closer, but I guess he didn't think he could get rid of the dark shadows over the hawk's head. In reality, the shadow was black. Here, I sucked back some of the dark in Pshop.
I made these two images — from at least thirty I shot, walking ten long paces closer three separate times, all the while being sure to stay always in the dark shadow of a tree on the ground — a little less contrasty, so we could see more of the detail in its face. But in general, I like more contrasty.
I keep wanting the Ruddies to get brave and come closer to the road I call DeGolyer Drive, and these were doing just that — until two idiots in kayaks came paddling by and took great joy in chasing them away. When I started taking pix of the idiots, one asked me why people kept photographing them. Ever a little too bold in situations where more-or-less humans are attacking birds, I said, "because you idiots keep chasing birds." They replied, "There's plenty of them," perhaps meaning I could find something else to photograph, or perhaps because they're just stupid. I assumed the latter.
I like the detail here, and I'd hoped to capture more in both male and female Ruddies, but marauding kayakers made it impossible. Maybe I should have waited for the Ruddies to come back, but I'd rather go on a weekday, when the lake population is more intelligent.
Luckily, Kayakers can't fly.
Red-shouldered Hawk Pair Ready Their Nest
Photos by Kala King — Posted January 29, 2016
Kala King wrote, ”Regarding my report to you about the pair of red-shouldered hawks am attaching … photos of one of the pair gathering nesting material in its talons and beak from a tree across the road from the nest tree and back along the tree line.”
”It flew from there to the nest and had placed them before I could follow it there. I am also attaching two photos of one of the pair eating the snake it caught in the creek by the nest tree. Guess building a nest builds an appetite too.”
Way Too Cold Till I Got Out into the Sun
Photographed and Posted January 26, 2016
I was kinda hoping it were a Kingfisher, but it was one of several birds flying together, and that just doesn't happen around here with Kingfishers — and the colors are all wrong. More like a pigeon, I'm afraid. I had to reorder today's whole batch four times before I finally got them all in very close to chronological order. It seemed important at the time. In the end, I realized even that "ology" was entirely wrong, and I just gave up. Kinda wish something else had ended up on top, but at least it looks dramatic.
I don't think I've ever shot this shot before. The distant hard horizontal is the roof-line of the lower buildings, and somewhere in the gray-brown vagueness of the middle area of trees and straight lines is probably a bridge or two, both of which I have walked over many times, usually looking down or up for birds.
I assume it's a Ring-billed Gull. Not sure whom else it would be.
Both are adults. They're on littler logs out in the Hidden Creeks Lagoon.
That's probably my most-ever used caption in this ten-plus-year-old bird journal. And I still love photographing Great Egrets.
To join a couple other Ring-billed Gulls.
I can see two eyes facing different directions, but I think there's more than two pelicans' worth of feathers and flesh out there..
Which is, oddly enough, more like West, but not where Sunsets Appear at White Rock Lake from standing on The Pier at Sunset Bay. I like the slow, blue roil of sky against the amber waves of weeds on this side of Winfrey's many points.
For the first five or six times I checked these images out, I didn't think I'd done very well at all. So I put them away till later. Then, all of a sudden, I started seeing gold in them thar hills. Odd how that works out sometimes. I'm still not sure where I was when I made this photograph. I like it because I obviously haven't shot from this same place dozens, hundreds or thousands of times before. Looks new and different here for a change.
Mostly pelicans, a few gulls and my favorite place on earth. Sure doesn't look all that grande from here.
From, I think — I stayed pretty much turned around all day — that pier I love so much. West toward the glory of a setting star.
52 Degrees Fahrenheit @ White Rock Lake
Photographed and Posted January 25, 2016
With what I believe is Parrot Bay in the background.
Some TV station or other voiding from near Winfrey Top. I was going to try to remember which station, but I never paid attention enough.
Off to the right are the baseball fields. Yeah, not much happening. But since I visited WRL and I did make some so-so photographs I wanted to post them.
I still see the male [below] fairly often. On rare occasions I've seen the pair of them, but that's been months, maybe years. Regular readers will instantly recognize this bird. I photograph him or her every couple weeks or days all during their stay here. She's up on that wire looking for food, often in the form of insects.
So if I waited long enough, I would be able to capture images of her jumping off the wire and flying fast into the weeds below, then fly back. Clicking her here is the easy part. Getting those shots of a Kestrel flying is considerably more difficult. But I recently got her mate on the wing in great, well-focused detail, and it just doesn't seem likely I'll be able to do that as well as I did then, so I'm leaving it as she is here.
Thanks again to Kala King, who reminded me this is a female, when I was thinking that, if there were blue feathers, it was a male. Blue wing feathers = male. Blue head feathers could be either sex.
Kala says the parental units have been fixing it up, etc. I watched it for a long time this noonish, and I only ever saw the nest. No RSHs. Right now it is visible — and thereby photographable — from many angles. As spring springs those leafless branches will fill with leafs obscuring the view. Then there'll only be a few angles worth shooting — and unfortunately, those will require longer and longer focal lengths to capture anything in good focus.
A Variety of Birds Around White Rock Lake
Photographed and Posted January 23, 2016
I didn't see it dive once.
I saw the fishing party heading south, but apparently I over-flew them and ended up on the other side of the lake from them.
I keep trying for more details. It would probably have helped if I got out of The Slider and brought my tripod to the edge of the lake …
I'm not going to count either. The church and steeple — and a lot of the people — are on the other side of Garland Road.
Shot from The Slider parked in the middle of the inside lane in the Winstead Parking Lot.
Catching them flying has always been a challenge I keep trying at.
Sometimes the wind does, but the parakeets do not engage in the systematic destruction of their extensive nests in and on The Big Hum electrical station. Nope, that's the Electric Company at work destroying wild bird habitat.
Cottonwood Park in Richardson for Light & Color
Shot Friday January 20, Posted January 21
Nearly every time we visit Cottonwood Park, the first bird we see is a Cormorant.
in Cottonwood Creek in Richardson, where Kala King recommended we go, we went, and glad we did.
This guy and his family were just outside where I could focus with my 300mm lens on the same down-hill slope as I was but closer to the water. I took the 1.7 Telextender off before we got out, so all these are about as sharp as my big lens can make them. Kinda fun to use all the resolution of which the lens is capable. I didn't want to deal with a tripod on that slope, either. I wouldn't call all these shots "hand-held" since I parked the cam & lens against any tree or knee I could find, but I'd taken a hi-stress vita B to calm my shaking hands, so it worked out pretty well, overall.
With its beak just entering the water, which is how they get what's delicious to them our of it.
Took a while to decide what species this is. Then, finally, I saw that major-big beak and I just had to conclude, "Snorker" — what I usually call Northern Shovelers.
The whites, again, are overexposed, but everything else looks just right.
Kinda reminded me of Red Phalaropes doing pretty much the same thing the first time we saw them at Mitchell Lake in South San Antonio some years back.
Both the topside of the bird and of the water reflect the blue of the sky. Equals black. I think maybe this bird and the next one day are about the same age, if not the same sex.
The 2nd Edition of The Sibley Guide to Birds calls both these birds "adult fall." I prefer "autumn," and I note that the time span Sibley notes is September – November, and, of course, it is a couple months after that span, but these are the correct patterns, and I don't think I ever remember seeing quite this same mix of textures and colors before. But I can't find my unsigned first Sibley's to see if it's in there, too.
I had more than half-decided not to involve gulls in this story, but this one was being just so vociferous, I just had to capture it.
She may not be quite as beautiful as the male below, but she's really lovely with all that cinnamon.
I was sitting in the grass several yards up a really steep hill looking down — any time you can see the tops of heads and bodies, you can pretty much tell the photo was taken looking down at the subject — and there was plenty of light shining down on the birds, so I got mostly great exposures. This male has many of the same textures and colors as the female, but with the addition of area pinstripes and shimmering green.
With the end of a Northern Shoveler in the upper left corner.
Kinda wish I hadn't overexposed those white feathers, but still — not bad.
Being able to get this close with the full resolution of my 300 made these exquisite exposures possible.
After 500mm for so many months, this seems pretty wide-angle.
I remember a small child with its voice raised about as high as the child could manage, urging the Canada Gooses to go away. They, of course, did not.
Or maybe it's something else entirely, but with a bustle like that, it reminds me more of a Muscovy than any other living creature.
I drove past this nightmare of late afternoon when the sun was low patterns past the Young Home for Old Folks. Then I turned around and photographed it. I've been documenting glowing DayGlo fences for many decades — long since past the need to keep everything straight.
Early This Aft on the East Side of White Rock Lake,
Then Posted Later Tonight
When I started photographing him — well before he started flapping — I didn't know what he was about to do, but I knew he was about to do something, just not what. So I got a couple pix of him just standing there, then one wing, then the other wing, started flapping. Or I would never have got him doing this. Photographed from The Slider along DeGolyer Drive. Usually, by the time I see a duck flapping, it's too late, and I just watch.
I saw two small flocks of Ruddy Ducks mostly along the far end of DeGolyer Drive before it becomes Winfrey Point Drive at that last parking lot. Nice to see them again. I also saw a Pied-billed Grebe very close to shore there, but the car behind me insisted on getting me out of the way along the one-lane traffic, so I missed it, but I've got them many, many times before.
When I photographed this floating lump in western Sunset Bay, I really had no idea what it was. Gradually, I came to understand it was what we generally call "a log," even if it's not really a log. It's a bunch of sticks wrapped — or warped — together and more or less tethered to the shallow bottom by something.
Studies in black and white. I was going to post a pic of some pelicans and say something like, "American White Pelicans aren't really white," then go on about how to photograph them so they aren't solid white, because they aren't solid white. Even their solid white parts aren't solid white, because in a decent shot of an American White Pelican, it pretty much has to be a tad darker than bright white, so we can see the details.
Pelicans flap more leisurely, so it's not so difficult to catch them at it.
I'm being careful here not to state which kind of scaup. They're either Lesser, which are our usual variety at Sunset Bay, or Greater, of which I have no memory of ever photographing at Sunset Bay. (In my 30s – 60s, I used to be able to remember all sorts of things. Now in my 70s, not so much.) Usually, we get four or six male scaups (pronounced "skops"). Today there were 17 in the shallow water off the Pier at Sunset Bay.
Unfortunately, my telephoto is too telephoto to show the whole gang of them, besides, we got detail here, and they're all kinda a blur in the group pix.
If I were to assume — which I really don't want to do, because I usually assume wrongly — which variety of Scaup it was, I'd say Lesser. These look like Lesser Scaups to me. But then all scaups look like lesser to me. But I want them to be Greater Scaups, because I haven't seen Greater Scaups much, if ever.
Kala King says they are our usual Lesser Scaups. The main difference as noted in the link she sent me is that Greaters are noticeably larger with little or no gray patterning on their sides, just white. Lesser's dark bibs don't go back as far, and their heads are mor pointed on the back. Sorry not to make this link a permanent link, but so many bird links I've posted in the last ten-plus years have gone bad, it lowers my Search Engine acceptability, and I have to go back and throw all the bad ones out: https://www.utahbirds.org/featarts/Scaup.htm will only be clickable till the end of this month.
But the differences between Lesser and Greater Scaups are subtle. And I haven't got the hang of differentiating them yet. Unfortunately, UTA Birds does not show females. How very strange.
More Birds from Our Galveston Trip
photographed the first week of January
& posted January 16, 2017
This may be the best photograph I've ever taken of a Loggerhead Shrike, which I can now identify on sight. Odd, because there are still so very many other birds I haven't the faintest idea who are — often even rather too common ones.
But are they Great-tailed Grackles like we have around North Texas or Common Grackles like they sometimes have on Galveston Island and points south? Looks to me like these are some great tails, but they don't look altogether like Great-tail Grackles. Part of that may be because I lightened them too much, so we could see some detail in their bodies — and I've never seen breast feathers stick out like the closer one's do.
I took one shot with the ships in focus and this one, and I like this one so very much better. Sorry there's no birds on the No Parking posts.
One of the birds I always love capturing down there — The Reddish Egret. Rather too far, but I have often captured great, much closer-up pix of them, so some Galveston visits must, it seems, be accomplished without getting close-ups of this often skittish bird.
They're everywhere. They're everywhere. We have many of them also. Wonderful, feisty birds who are willing to go up against almost any other species.
Driving through the Galveston Island State Park finding new birds every few minutes was a real treat.
I think I remember these two images were of two separate Meadowlarks.
Too far away, but nice.
I know they appear gray in the gray daylight, but these are indeed Brown Pelicans.
There's almost always gobs of Brown Pelicans in Galveston, but it was two days till we finally saw some. These, I think, are in Galveston Bay, which is on the opposite side of Galveston Island from the Gulf of Mexico, which is itself a part of the Atlantic Ocean.
We didn't get near enough opportunities to photograph Brown Pelicans up close.
So when I saw this one, I zoomed in on it, paid plenty of attention to focusing in, and clicked away till it went out of sight.
Grackles & Monk Parakeets Splashing — & a Squirrel
Photographed January 10 & Posted January 14, 2017
Wasn't at all sure about these photographs, but over a busy week this last, they grew and grew on me. Hope they do on you, too.
I guess the water helped.
I'm assuming the parakeets are doing the splashing in this shot, although that dark tail in the back right might be a friendly grackle who has flung all this water.
I didn't see the squirrel at first, either. Then, I couldn't not see it.
Then everybody but the Squirrel got into the splashing act.
Then when the birds really got into the splattering, the squirrel split.
Egrets Galore in The Old Boathouse Lagoon @ White Rock Lake
Photographed January 10 & Posted January 11, 2017
We started with a lot of Great Egrets and just one photographer, although at least one other later joined me on the bridge, from which all today's photographs were made. I'd visited Sunset Bay, Cormorant Bay, all the rest of the west side, all the way down to The Old Boat House Area, before I found anything worth photographing, and that just kept getting better as I branched up and over to follow all the Black-crowned Night-Herons up into the trees on the other side every once in a while.
I had even spent a few minutes without a tripod on the pier at Sunset Bay without finding much worth photographing. I liked being there, and it was pleasant. But it was this stop that made all that moving around worth while.
Long-time reader Jennifer Luderman asked if "the beautiful dancing egrets" were "Part of their courtship display," and I had to think about that, but later answered, "I think when that many Great Egrets gather anywhere this time of the year, it has to be."
I liked this image first time I saw it, then I started dithering. Eventually, I decided it was just wrong, lopsided, not with the program, not unified, not in the spirit of this story. But it is real, and now, after all these days, I like it. Back in the bad old days when I made prints for for juried art shows, it used to take me a year or two to figure out which were my best shots to enter.
I guess I missed my annual dotage on the Great Egret "dances" at all the usual places by skipping out to San Antonio and Galveston that week, but I needed a vacation, and that was where Anna and I decided to go. And it was mostly lovely to be there and there. Plus it gave our noses & throats time to breathe instead of sneezing all the time while we took lots of pictures of birds we normally don't get to see.
I didn't think so yesterday, when I couldn't find anything all around the lake that got me excited, but today it took its sweet time, but I found a two bunches of birds worth following for awhile.
Watching birds fly is always magic, and seeing all those feathers doing actions most of us still do not understand, even when they are displayed in stop-action photography is, too.
A whole other landing here, some couple dozen frames later.
So we have this, a Ring-billed Gull-flavored transition device.
Then I started following variously aged Black-crowned Night-Herons across the lagoon and up, up into the tall trees on the many-treed hill that used to hold up the railroad, but it now — except for the ongoing upgrades in the noisy Upper Middle Class neighborhood on the far side of the trees — is a good deal quieter.
Once upon a time it was also was where many Yellow-crowned Night-Herons more or less coexisted with the Black-crowned Night-Herons shown here, but we have fewer Yellow-crowns almost every year, even though there are still rather obvious nesting sites, where the much less social Yellow-crowns hatch many new birds every year. But I only saw black-crowns this day.
I can still pan along with a bird as it flies up into the upper branches of the trees on the other side of the lagoon, but I'd need a tripod to hold the camera still enough to photograph them. But there's lots of them up there, and I've carried my light-weight tripod to the bridge and environs many time, and I expect I will again soon.
If this looks like an intentional series, you are giving me way too much credit. Each time a bird headed up into the tall trees surrounding the Old Boat House Lagoon, I'd try to follow it up and keep the frames in focus, which is a lot easier than it sounds. Sometimes it worked.
I like this series, because the juvenile Black-crown on the left seems to be holding its place, while the adult makes progress into the taller trees behind.
And, thanks to my angle of sight, they kept getting apparently closer, even if the adult is significantly enough behind the tyke to throw said juvenile into less than optimal focus.
Then a flying juvenile replaces the flying adult. I don't think I've ever before done as successful a series way up in the trees on the hill on the other side of the Old Boat House Lagoon, where the trains used to chug and clang.
I'll get back to Galveston, and maybe even San Antonio, this or next week.
Out of Galveston & Up + Down The Eight-Mile Road
Photographed January 5 & Posted January 9, 2017
Last time we saw Sandhill Cranes, we were closer, so their songs were much louder, but we'll take what we can get.
I'm always amazed when anything as far away as these birds turns up in focus, although the more I look, the less focused they seem.
But these shots were thrilling. We've seen Whooping Cranes much farther away at Lake Ray Hubbard and didn't hear them sing at all, but it was still a thrill.
I kept up with them, but by then they were too small to show here.
Along 8 mile & Sportsman Roads
This Red-tail was high and I was low, most likely just outside The Slider and shooting straight up into this complicated, mechanical scene. Many of today's birds were extremely wind-blown. So were us humans.
The smaller one in front is an adult nonbreeding Ruddy Turnstone. The larger one may be a Willet. I'm going to have to stare at my bird books awhile to decide, and there's just so many other things I'd rather do..
I did not find this exact configuration of smooth gray areas and mottled gray collar and cap in my bird ID books, but I'm pretty sure the big one is a Ring-billed Gull. We see a lot of those at White Rock Lake — thousands are currently gathered daily on the Upper Spillway just under the dam, briefly very visible from Garland Road past there. These were photographed right on the shore along the peninsula at the top of the 8-mile Road past where it intersects Sportsman Road.
… but I'm just not familiar enough with this species to recognize its more awkward stances. But comparing it to a known Tri, down the page a bit, I see the same colors in more or less the same configurations.
I wasn't ready to photograph the sudden intrusion of White Ibises a long distance out in the wet and soggy field, and just about to disappear in the tall grass, so this is the second best I got. White Ibises, I should probably note, rook in the SW Med School Rookery right here in Dallas. I've seen as many as 80-something fly right over the campus.
Not sure where the other one was, but I'm pretty sure it was much farther away.
There's just so many of this species both here — they mob Sunset Bay and other places around White Rock Lake — and around Galveston that I tend to ignore them most of the time.
Flying over the rocks on Eight-Mile Road after its corner with Sportsman Road.
Compare this shot with the one several clicks up, and even I can see a strong resemblance between the two, perhaps ages, of this bird — especially in their squared-off little heads and looooong beaks.
This is one of the few Ibis shots I got of the whole bird, and it was alone.
From the neck up.
Staring at me. I should note that it was cold, very cold that day, and every other day we were in Galveston. And much colder at night, but not nearly as cold as it was in Dallas.
This might be a first-winter adult BCNH, because of those brown-ish feathers on its very adultish crown. Or maybe up-closish, all the adults look like this. I was, however, not up close, and this is an enlargement of one portion of a much wider tele shot.
We usually see Roseate Spoonbills on our visits often, but this trip we only saw them in the large field that's becoming a wildlife reserve across from the big and little houses on Sportsman Road. I love the large white Colonial style building shimmering in the background.
Best focus and detail in the bunch of spoonbill shots.
I'm pretty sure this is the best Belted Kingfisher shot I've ever made, and I've been practicing for years and years at Sunset Bay on White Rock Lake. Kingfishers are among the few birds whose females are the more colorful.
I keep being amazed at the variety of birds in this one drive-through area along Sportsman Drive on the edge of Galveston Bay. And 8-Mile Road offers many other hidden wonders.
Walking in the boggy field on the other side of Sportsman Road from the houses.
In the field at the corner of 8 Mile Road and Sportsman Drive.
At least thus far unknown to me. Duh… Savannah Sparrow?
Every time I've been in Galveston, the 8-Mile Road has provided the greatest diversity and photographic excitement, and this trip up — and down — it and Sportsman Road was no exception.
And with such a nice background.
Anna's shot of the Osprey in flight was much sharper than mine, so it's here instead.
In that same, very large field across from the houses directly on the shore along. A wild variety of birds kept appearing an disappearing on both sides of Sportsman Road.
My long-time favorite bird, upon whom I can almost always depend to be around somewhere close looking different.
In an entirely other direction, I've just spent more than an hour hearing, watching video and seeing the pix by a favorite photo web guy, Ming Thien as he talks his way through a shoot on assignment, I think, for himself, in Cuba. I find it fascinating to watch really good photographers talking their way through a live-action shoot. It's the way I think, but I usually don't talk out loud — or have a video guy shooting my every move. Wish I could have watched something like this when I was just starting as a photographer, to learn how a pro photographs thoughts and sights.
Even If You Can't Really See Much of the Omelet,
This is One of My Favorite Moments of our Trip.
We drove down to San Antonio to visit my mother, then over to Galveston, where we'd never been to in winter before. We'd expected a complimentary breakfast at the rather dreadful Hilton Hotel where we were staying across the street from the ocean. They'd promised it the day before, then they opted out, saying they only happened when at least half the hotel's rooms were let. But we'd eaten some pretty good breakfasts at some pretty mediocre ho- and mo-tels before and had higher expectations than were met.
Our first night on the 6th floor was shattered when the heater refused to heat, and the door and windows and even the heater itself leaked cold, cold air, so they moved us to the 4th floor. After we'd started selecting food items the next morning, someone wanted to seat us and take our orders, and told us breakfast would be $15, which we weren't willing to pay for mostly cold food, so we headed on down the road and eventually stopped at the iHop. I saw what I thought was a medium-sized omelet that might be big enough.
When it arrived on our table, it was humongous. We hadn't been to an iHop for decades, and decided it might be at least that long before we returned, so I got a doggie box and wondered what to do with the 3/4 I didn't eat, when we arrived at East beach. On a whim, I got my giant omelet out, put it down on the sand and leisurely walked back to ample telephoto distance, not noticing the melee going on for it. When I finally turned around, the omelet was gone.
I assumed surely it would take much longer for any interested birds to gather and taste. Wrong again, J R. I really would have liked to photo more of the gull melee. Scramble II above, shows the most parts of my omelet series.
Here's Some of Kelley Murphy's Recent Pix While I
Sort Out My Winter in San Antonio & Galveston Pix
Yes, a Bobcat at Sunset Bay. And hardly the first or only. They don't attack people — unless people attack them, and they're seen every once in awhile — along with coyotes. Says the photographer, "Yesterday morning after it stopped raining I decided to walk down to SB and before I even made it to the lake. BOOM a Bobcat!"
Nice pic, Kelley.
According to Wikipedia, ”Though the bobcat prefers rabbits and hares, it hunts insects, chickens, geese and other birds, small rodents and deer. Prey selection depends on location and habitat, season and abundance. Like most cats, the bobcat is territorial and largely solitary, although with some overlap in home ranges. It uses several methods to mark its territorial boundaries, including claw marks and deposits of urine or feces. The bobcat breeds from winter into spring and has a gestation period of about two months.”
Wish I could show you this photo way huge. It's amazingly detailed.
Pelicans hop with both feet together to get up to flying speed. This pelican has just hopped, left the tell-tale splatter just behind its tail and may make two or four more hops as it gets more air in its wings.
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