Back from two weeks at a ranch in Bosque County. Bliss. Pure bliss.
Kip and I took our two dogs, Lucky and Nora. We brought along a dozen books and two dozen magazines. Kip wrote. And wrote and wrote. Brought tears to my eyes.
We cooked and ate and drank. Took the dogs on daily hikes, some on the ranch, some on country roads, others in nearby state parks. The ranch is west of Meridian, the county seat, known as the “Top of the Hill Country,” which is near four state parks.
Because it is situated on the North Bosque River at the base of the Great Plains, the wind is ever present. Another blessing. We spent two weeks there last August and found it entirely pleasant on the porch of the 100-year-old Norse-style stone-fronted house during one of the hottest fortnights of the year.
The bird find this time was the Vermillion Flycatcher. I’d read about this tiny, brilliantly hued bird in Roy Bedichek‘s masterpiece, “Adventures with a Texas Naturalist.” He documented how the spread of stock ponds in Texas pulled its range northward.
Well, I’d never seen one. But on the far side of our front fence was a big oak that served as a resting point for birds fighting the wind. Kip spotted it twice in flight; I was lucky enough to fix it in my binoculars twice.
The other new species for us: Lark Sparrow.
Others more familiar, almost all seen from our porch: Eastern Meadowlark, Eastern Kingbird, Eastern Phoebe, Red-Bellied Woodpecker, Purple Martin, Barn Swallow, Cliff Swallow, Scissor Tail Flycatcher, Ruby Throated Hummingbird, Inca Dove, Mourning Dove, American Crow, Black Vulture, Coot, Mockingbird, Cardinal, Common Nighthawk, Roadrunner, House Sparrow, Carolina Chickadee, Cowbird, Starling. We were not able to identify an owl, a hawk and a heron.]]