As I stroll along the boardwalk in the Aransas National Wildlife Refuge, I
close my eyes and see the mastodons and ancient camels kicking up sand under
their huge hoofs. The smell of brine touches deep memories of a time before me.
I imagine I hear the bugle-call of thousands of whooping cranes that have come
to the Texas Coast for the winter. I feel a deep connection to these endangered
birds, as did the hundreds of folks who joined me last weekend for the 16th
Annual Whooping Crane Festival on Mustang Island in Port Aransas, Texas.
Saturday morning greeted us with blowing rain, more than seventy dedicated
birders boarded the Wharf Cat for a boat cruise to the refuge to see these
majestic birds. I’ve taken this trip dozens of times, but today was special.
Dr. George Archibald, cofounder of the International Crane Foundation, narrated
the cruise. I had a chance to meet and talk with him and I learned a few new
whooper facts. Did you know the entire current wild population of whooping
cranes descended from the only three females left in the population of fifteen cranes that existed in 1942? Thanks goodness these ladies had good genes.
Saturday afternoon, I visited prime birding spots on Mustang Island. The
Turnbull Birding Center, near the ferry landing, provides a boardwalk out into
a brackish marsh where hundreds of waterfowl feed and float among the reeds.
Pin-tailed ducks, coots, black-bellied whistling duck, great blue herons,
cormorants, least grebes, cinnamon teal, moorhens, and roseate spoonbills
frequent the ponds. Nearby, the two-acre Paradise Pond, the only freshwater
wetland on the island, attracts neo-tropical migrants such as Ana’s Hummingbird, tropical parula and
varied bunting. On the 3.5-acre wetlands on the UT Marine Science Institute
grounds, I spotted a family of four night herons roosting in a tangle of
vegetation. Just driving along the shoreline, I snapped photos of ruddy
turnstones, willets, semipalmated plovers, and the ever-present laughing gulls.
As an added bonus, a white-tailed hawk sat patiently in his rehab cage
on campus as I took his picture. I said a prayer that this gorgeous bird would
one day be released into the wild.
week I will have my photos downloaded and posted. Right now, I’m in New
Orleans. My three sisters, niece, and I will run the ½ Marathon this morning.
For now, here’s a photo of a moorhen taken while in Florida two years ago.
great friends Mike Sloat and his partner Fran treated me to a cruise to the
refuge on Monday morning, this time in Captain Kevin Simm’s birding boat, which
allowed us to get close to the cranes. Mike trusted me with his camera
equipment, and I snapped more than two hundred photos of whooping cranes,
skimmers, oystercatchers, white ibises, willets, terns, and ring-billed gulls.
is an incredible wildlife photographer and his photos will be used for the
cover of my book, The Man Who Saved the
Whooping Crane: The Robert Porter Allen Story, which will be out in
September. Check out Mike’s website. http://www.mikesloat.net/