Some Spring Trips

We did a quick run to stay a night at Roadrunner's Roost at Canyon Lake and were blessed with some rares shots of the home bird, the Great Roadrunner. We also got a few good pics at the Wiggers' place on Buchanan. And included in this edition are a few shots from the porch of returning summer regulars. Enjoy.


Stepping out on the back deck in the morning at the Roost we were greeted by a host of bees feasting on the persimmon tree.


We were blessed to see the apple trees blossoming, a rare sight for us.


Mom and Dad had planted some Medina variety apples some years back. I'll have to get the details from her.


A Bewick's Wren was spouting off down by Dad's old garden, so I snuck down to get a peek. At the top of his lungs.


I was sitting on the south side close to the fence line and heard a strange, low, descending coo, coo, coo, coo. I knew it wasn't a dove, but was similar. Later, something large flew up into the nearby tree, and I saw it was the Roadrunner. He didn't stay long, but just long enough.


I have been spotting one of these near our home in Liberty Hill, and am considering camping out to get a shot.


The hummingbirds are very active, and provide a lot of entertainment.




This is a female Black-chinned hummingbird, the only variety hanging around here right now.


This one is visiting Darwin and Nelda Wiggers at their place on Lake Buchanan.


Darwin hosts many Purple Martins each year, and has gone to great lengths to design a secure and manageable home for them.


The units are synthetic gourds, with porches, hung from a cable by which they can be lowered for cleaning between seasons. I'm jealous.


Back at the office our usual variety has been crowding the feeders.


Oh the shame! The Brown-headed Cowbird and his mate. (Shudder)


This House Finch came up close on the table by the window.


The sparrows that winter here are just about gone.


They offered me a few choice poses before taking off for cooler climes.




The Carolina Wrens entertained us with nesting in the church house on the porch.


They would ferry the bugs and worms by the minute to the hungry young-uns.


And take some stuff out as well.




A sampling of the 'baby food'.




This one was a little skittish about my presence, and flew to the end of the porch before finally making it to the house. The good news is; the babies got out, and I don't believe one was lost to our cats.