As many of you know I am recuperating from a hospital stay with a nasty bout with a urinary infection. I have been home for a few days and have been itching to get back in to the field. So, feeling up to it, I and Ann sneaked out to San Angelo State Park for an hour or two. It was hot and we really didn’t expect much, but I wanted to get out of the house.
We first drove down near the only operating boat ramp on the struggling O.C. Fisher lake. The heat and evaporating are taking their toll. I think the level has dropped nearly two feet in just the past three weeks. Anyway, I spotted this Green Heron about 125 yards away in the reeds. Since the pickin’s were slow I tried to come away with some kind of shot. It was tiny in the viewfinder and I did’nt think I had a prayer of getting anything useful, mainly because of the focus problems with all of the reeds. I hand held the camera because I didn’t feel like lugging the tripod down there. Anyway, I got lucky and here is the final result after doing some major cropping.
Green Heron
Venturing around to the Isabel Harte multi-use area, I came across this Great Roadrunner cooling under a shady Live Oak. He presented a slight exposure problem with the shade and bright background. But the good news, he was only about 25 feet away. I was careful to ease my car into position for a shot from my window. He posed long enough that I got several exposures.
Greater Roadrunner
Getting away from birding for a bit, I had nice comment to my About Me page. It was from Kathryn Ingrid at Art-colored Glasses. She lives in Denton, Texas and her husband, Richard, is a conductor and the interim head of the choral program at University of North Texas. UNT has a fantastic jazz program, and I am acquainted with their One-o-Clock Lab band. It brought memories of my own playing in the big bands of an earlier era. Although I didn’t play in the ‘big name’ bands I loved any opportunity to play in a band with five saxes, five trumpets and four ‘bones, plus assorted percussion. I love the jazz creations of Stan Kenton, the driving sound of County Basie, or the sweet saxophones of Ralph Flanagan.
As I said, I never played with likes of those, but I did play with many of the great musicians at after-hours late night (early morning) jam sessions while I was stationed in Reno, Nevada.
I thank Kathryn for bringing back those memories. Maybe it will lead to another post about those experiences.
Texas Tweeties by Bob Zeller 