Hobson, Texas. I tramped forty miles to keep an appointment with a blackbird. Bare dust; not much going on in empty fields where the coastal bermuda had already been baled. I stopped in a patch of mesquite shade to catch a spot of wind. A little squawk drew my eye back to my shade tree,…
The San Antonio River from Helton Park. After the summer’s early floods, the launch from Helton Park is still passable, unlike those further north. Going upstream you can see all the ruins of ancient civilizations: The Cave. The Eye. The Eye is almost hidden by the vegetation that has overgrown it after so many…
The San Antonio River at Falls City. The water’s pretty clear. You can even see the bottom. Churning waters as the river pours over a wide sandstone abutment. The San Antonio River descending a staircase. Notice the water level at right, compared to the left. Buttonbush and American elm crowd a tiny island. I thought…
I didn’t have binoculars at Elmendorf Lake yesterday so I spent some extra time checking out the heron rookery with bare eyeballs. I’ve never noticed it before, but there’s at least one family of tricolored herons roosting around the southeast corner of the heron island, easily observed from Our Lady of the Lake’s parking lot.…