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Sunday, January 26, 2020

Sunday mornings

For years Sunday mornings have included watching CBS Sunday Morning. The trumpets of their intro music are a natural a sound to me as church bells on a Sunday morning. The stories are always interesting to me and I love Mo Rocca's Mobituary segment at the end of the show.  I'm trying hard to take a weekend and do nothing but it isn't something that I'm very good at.
As I watched the show this morning the sun started to peak through the cloud cover and I grew restless. It was 8:45 and already 70 degrees the sun was peaking out and I knew it would be a decent birding  morning. For the first time since ditching Direct TV I missed it since I couldn't record the rest of the show.
Never-the-less I grabbed my new camera and binnoculars and headed for the levee, hoping to see the Altamira Oriole again and photograph it. . We get Baltimore and Orchard Orioles in Iowa in abundance. This is a bird I will only see here or in Mexico so its a good sighting for this fledgling birder. I heard the familiar Oriole calls and soon found one eating seeds in a Mesquite Tree. Orioles are one of my favorites, not only for their coloring but their beautiful song.
Altamira Oriole 

The sun was short lived and the light became less that ideal for photography but I did get a decent picture of the Oriole I went in search of and was able to watch him in my binnoculars for a good while.
As I approached the entrance to the trail leading into the State Park, be still my heart, there stood two Bobcats in the middle of the trail!  One went into the tall grass but one stayed on the trail. I slowing took my camera off my shoulder and got three nice shots of him before he ambled off into the timber. It was one of those moments that made my heart skip a beat and I felt so lucky to have been in just the right place at precicely the right time. He showed very little concern with my presense and didn't dart away like I expected he would.



I walked back to the RV full of joy from the encounter. It's going to be a good day. I can catch Mo Rocca on his Podcast later today.

Until Next Time...

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

New Camera and New Birds


One of the cool things about coming to South Texas is the wildlife. There are birds and other critters here that I don’t see anywhere else. That was part of the draw. I knew South Texas would be different from Hill Country and the Coastal Bend areas we have volunteered in past years. One of the big benefits is there are no Juniper Trees, a source of misery for me our first winter in Texas. The birds are exotic as are the Winter Texans, who are a whole different breed from the Winter Texans who migrate to central parts of Texas. The constant in our Texas experience are the people. We really like native Texans. The Rio Grande Valley has become a sort of melting pot of people we have met on the road. We are getting a chance to spend time with people we met previous winters, including people we met in Florida last winter who are here this winter. We will see Iowa relatives who are spending their first winter in Texas this year and of course we have spent lots of time with our good friends Will and Judy, who we work with at Saylorville in the summer time and are the reason we came to the RGV this winter.


I have had wonderful birding experiences here on my weekend morning walks along the levee and into the State Park that abuts the RV park. Last weekend was a big birding weekend for me in general. I saw my first Altamira Oriole and Tropical Kingbird as I walked along the levee last Saturday morning. I was lazy that morning and took my binoculars but didn’t feel like hauling my camera along. Figures, I’d see two new birds in perfect light and not have a camera to capture the moment.

Later that afternoon, we wandered in to McAllen on an entirely different mission and ended up at Best Buy where I bought a new camera. I’ve been and SLR snob for years. I have been whining about not having quite enough lens for some of the wildlife shots I take. The problem lies in that, when I go lens shopping, I am too cheap to pay the big bucks for the lens I want and don’t want to haul the weight around. At an average of 8lbs, about 14” long and around  $2k, it’s easy to be indicisive. For some reason a Canon point and shoot caught my eye that afternoon. I picked it up aimed it at a box on a top shelf in the far corner of the store and was able to read the label. It had my attention. I started looking closer at it and found it had 4k resolution and was WiFi enabled. I was totally in awe of the advancement of digital technology. Still, I was having trouble with the fact that it was a simple point and shoot. It was on sale for $500.00 and I had a big birding day planned for the next day. Champ was all for me buying it. It weighed all of 2 lbs. I decided I would test drive in the next morning and if I didn’t like it, I’d bring it back on Monday.

We set out early Sunday morning on John’s bird tour.  When I pulled it out to take a picture of a Crested Cara Cara sitting several hundred yards in the outfield, I was a little embarrassed as the serious photographers pulled out their 10-pound monsters. That faded quickly as I shot a decent picture ( despite the crappy light)  of the bird and had lens to spare!
Crested Cara Cara

 By the end of the day I was in love with my new camera and didn’t once complain that I wish I had a little more lens. I actually pulled it back several times. I saw and photographed several species that were new for me. Most I will not see anywhere else but South Texas. One, the Savanah Sparrow is a cute little bird that can see at Saylorville now that I know when and what to look for.



Greater Yellowlegs

Reddish Egret

Roseated Spoonbill

Savanah Sparrows

White Tailed Kite




























Loggerhead Shrike
Loggerhead prey impaled and awaiting dinner time 


As my home state freezes 5 feet deep into the soil and air temperature struggles to get above freezing, I sit on my patio in my shorts and flip flops and watch beautiful birds in the trees around us. My favorite the Great Kiskadee and the Vermillion Fly Catchers call from the live oaks. A Kestral sits on the top of the dead Palm across the road every night. Harris’s Hawks sit on the wires and one never knows what one will see on a walk across the levee and into the State Park next door. My new compact camera will be on my hip every time. Good things do indeed come in small packages.  


Until next time…

Friday, January 17, 2020

Painting Numbers On Sites


When we accepted the job at a private RV Park we knew it would be a different experience from working at a Federal or State Park. We’ve been here two months now and have found we like it quite a lot. We love the amenities and since we are both working for the site we only work a day and a half each per week, leaving ample time to take advantage of them.

As we get to know our fellow workcampers, we have found that most of them are experienced working for private parks. Only one other couple has worked for a federal recreation area and that happens to be our work  companions from Saylorville Lake who happened by pure coincidence to end up, not only at the same park as us this year, but just a few sites away.

The main take away from our conversations has been to absolutely insist on a detailed written job description along with a photograph of your site. Many use Google Earth to get a current picture. Case in point, the Maintenance Department that Champ and Paul are working with has undergone a lot of turnover with work campers this season. When Paul got hired here, they told him his main job for the winter would be painting new numbers on the over 1200 sites here. Sounds like a pretty nice gig! When he and Champ met with the maintenance supervisor the first day, he told them it wasn’t a priority and that their primary job was to keep the park looking nice. Most days that means, curbside garbage collection. Other days there are light maintenance jobs, power washing, picking up the pieces of palm bark and fronds, otherwise known as “Palm Poop”. You get the picture.   A couple days a month Champ spends the day in the street sweeper. His very first job as a teenager was working a garbage route. He jokes now that after a long career as a crane operator, then 26 years at the Department of Transportation, he has come full circle back to collecting trash. He even got to ride on the back of the compactor truck the other day. So far, they have been tasked with repainting the number on exactly one site. Only because the resident complained they weren’t getting their Amazon deliveries because the site number was worn off.

Early on, one of the maintenance workers left because he hated the work. The new guy Jim, showed up and announced, he had been hired to paint numbers on all the sites. We tried not to snicker and smiled to ourselves the next week when he joined Paul on trash duty. He transferred to the I.T. department when they lost a tech a couple of weeks ago and John showed up in the park to join the maintenance team. You guessed it,  he told us he had been hired to paint numbers on the sites! We didn’t even try to stifle the chuckles that time. Apparently, the volunteer coordinator and the head of maintenance are not on the same page in terms of what it means to work in maintenance. The standing joke here is that painting numbers on sites must be code for picking up garbage. The moral of the story is, get it in writing. I’m sure the park's job description, if they even have one, has more bullet points than painting site numbers.

All that aside, we are having a pretty good experience. The weather is awesome. We like the area and are taking part in many of the activities and taking advantage of the pool and hot tub. I'm getting plenty of opportunity to go birding and have seen a number of species for the first time. Many of which I will not see anywhere but in the Rio Grande Valley.  We are meeting many new people and have formed a group of friends here in the park, some workcampers, some not. We’ll pursue other private park jobs in future winters and put into practice some of the job seeking and negotiating tactics that other, more experienced private park volunteers use to be sure that their experience is a positive one. The federal park jobs always have very detailed job descriptions and some have what is called a ‘Volunteer Bill of Rights’ that detail expectations and responsibilities of both the work campers and the park rangers who supervise them. Private parks don’t do as good a job with that part. We have learned from others that Google will often yield some sources of reviews of past 
workcampers at various places. Reviews should always be taken with a grain of salt of course but if there is a pattern of bad experience, it will likely show up in repetitive negative feedback. After all, review writers are more often motivated by bad experiences, than good. 

In the meantime, I’ll be working in the office and the guys will be ‘painting numbers on sites’. In between we’ll lounge around the pool, on someone’s patio or at a card table somewhere in the park, while we watch the blizzards and freezing temperatures up north in our new feeds a safe distance 1500 miles south of home.

Until next time…