Thursday, February 28, 2019

Searching for the Whooping Cranes


From the Aransas NWR website: 

In the freshwater and brackish marshes of Aransas National Wildlife Refuge, a distinct and wild trumpeting call rings across the marsh. It is the whooping crane, Grus americana, the rarest crane species and one of the rarest birds in North America. All of the whooping cranes alive today, both wild and captive, are descendants of the last 15 remaining cranes that were found wintering at the Aransas Refuge in 1941.


The only natural wild flock of whooping cranes nests in Wood Buffalo National Park in the Northwest Territories of Canada. Whoopers mate for life but have been known to re-mate following the death of their mate. They may survive up to 25 years in the wild and 35 to 40 years in captivity. Adults generally begin to produce eggs when they reach four or five years of age and then will lay two eggs, usually rearing only one chick. In late spring and summer, their nests are built on small islands of bulrushes, cattails, and sedges. Dry years can result in heavy predation with few young surviving. In the fall, the migration begins. The whooping cranes will fly 2,500 miles from Wood Buffalo National Park to their wintering grounds on the Texas coast at Aransas Refuge.


We knew that when we arrived in Port Aransas we would be close to the wildlife refuge where the whooping cranes spend the winter, so we made plans with our friends, Rick & Karen, to do looking for them.  We looked into boat tours, but they were pretty expensive, so we decided to take our bikes up to the wildlife refuge and do some biking and hiking.  Sunday started out overcast and foggy in Port Aransas, but it was predicted to clear up in the afternoon, and the inland areas were supposed to clear even earlier.  We stopped for a quick lunch at Whataburger in Rockport, and by the time we were on the road to the refuge, the sun was out and it was turning into a beautiful day.



We stopped at the Contact Station to show our National Park passes, pick up a map, and get some tips on where to see the cranes.  They’re using just a little building right now, since their Visitor Center has not yet been rebuilt after Hurricane Harvey.  Armed with a plan, we unloaded the bikes and set out on the refuge road.














Our first stop was at a popular gator pond,and we were not disappointed.



Zoomed in . . .


We crossed the bridge over the gator pond, and walked along the Heron Flats Trail.













This trail took us to a small observation deck where there were several telescopes focused on the whooping cranes in the distance.  We could see them really well through the telescope, but not so well without.  As we walked up, a huge flock of cranes flew overhead . . . but too far away to get a good picture.  It also didn’t help that I left the motorhome without my camera, so I only had my phone to take pictures with!  Fortunately, Rick had his camera a zoom lens, and he shared a few photos with me.



The trail took us along the back side of the gator pond, where we spotted several more alligators enjoying the sunny afternoon.














And one more off by himself in another area of the pond.

We walked along the trail until we got to an area that was really muddy.  Debating on whether or not to continue, some people coming the other way (with shoes completely covered in mud!) said that you never really get a good view of the cranes from the trail, so we turned around and headed back to the bikes.



We continued riding along on the refuge road, enjoying the view of the Gulf of Mexico, and keeping an eye out for cranes and other birds flying alongside of us.





We didn’t see any birds as we rode along, but we did see some interesting plants, and we really enjoyed the beautiful weather and bright blue sky.









Our next stop was the observation deck at Jones Lake, a small inland lake where ducks and other water birds like to hang out.

















Still smiling at this point!


Five miles in from the Refuge entrance, we reached the Observation Tower that overlooks the coastal marshland and the Gulf of Mexico.


It was a long, winding ramp leading up to the tower – making us feel like we were in line for a roller coaster at Cedar Point!


There was a group of buzzards hanging out in a nearby tree,













looking ominous,

but fortunately not on the tower or the walkway.  Although there was plenty of evidence that they do spend a lot of time there – what a mess – yuck!


From the tower, we had a great view of the surrounding area,













and were able to spot some wildlife – deer in the marsh, and a great blue heron.













Our timing was perfect to as we arrived at the top of the tower -- a whooping crane flew past and we (OK, Rick) w ere able to get a few pictures.

In this first shot, it almost looks like a pelican . . .



but there are the characteristic black-tipped wings!













There he goes!



It was time for us to get going, too.  We had five miles to ride back to the Jeeps, and Karen wasn’t looking forward to it!  Plus, as always happens, the wind had taken a turn and was blowing strongly against us as we made our way back!

It felt like it was taking twice as long to get back to the parking lot!

The moon was starting to make an appearance already!


 

The last couple of miles were brutal, especially next to the open water, but we all made it back!  AS the sun was beginning to set, the deer were coming out, too . . . there must have been 30 of them hanging out around the entrance, so I stopped to take a couple pictures before they ran off.














Rick & Karen headed straight back to the RV Resort, but Tom & I had to stop at H.E.B for some groceries on the way back, so we stopped for a light dinner, too.



Pizza, accompanied by live entertainment,





and a beautiful sunset as we approached Rockport!

It turned out to be a beautiful day, and we were glad to spend it with friends!

Sunday, February 24, 2019

Moving from the Valley to Port A


Just a quick post to update everybody on our location.  On the 15th of February, we said good-bye to the Rio Grande Valley and travelled about 175 miles north along the coast to Port Aransas, a barrier island of the coast of Corpus Christie.

The drive was uneventful, including successful passage through a Border checkpoint on Highway 77, about an hour north of the valley.  We pulled into the Port A RV Resort right around noon, and quickly got set up.

We were meeting up with some friends we had met in Fort Myers several years ago, so we spent the rest of the day getting caught up with them and went out for pizza that night.

We’ve been here a week now, and have been surprised to see how different the weather is here from the valley . . . it’s definitely cooler, and being right on the coast, we get sea fog most evenings, and wake up to heavy fog in the morning.  Our highs here have mostly been in the low 60s, and overcast skies for much of the week. 



We were also shocked to find this critter crossing the road in front of our RV one day this week!  Yikes!  I would have expected to see them down in the desert climate of the Valley, not here at the beach!


He kept moving, so we left him alone, and a couple days later he re-appeared on the next road over, and they caught him and relocated him to the nature preserve next door (we think that’s where he came from in the first place!)


Yesterday was our first really warm day, but it was still overcast in the morning, so Tom decided it would be a good day to wash the motorhome and Jeep.  Not exactly my idea of fun, but it really needed it, so I agreed.





We weren’t the only ones that had that idea, either . . . I think I saw at least a dozen other people out washing their RVs.  With that job done, we relaxed in the hot tub for a couple hours after dinner . . . ahhh!

The sun was just setting as we were heading to the pool, and it was beautiful!












This morning, we woke up to bright sunshine coming through the windows – I think that was a first since we’ve been here!  It was still a little chilly, and very windy, but the sun was wonderful!

After church, we took a drive down to the beach.



There were a bunch of people fishing off the jetty, and a large group of kite surfers on the beach, and a few already in the water.







We walked for a bit on the jetty, but the waves were crashing into it and threatening to soak us, so we turned back toward the beach.



One more selfie!

From the beach, we drove past the Marina where we spotted the shrimp boat that we had heard about at the RV Park.  We stopped to check it out and found out that they had just sold out for the day.  I guess Tom has to wait until next weekend for shrimp, unless he decides to go to one of the fish markets in town.



On the way back home, we picked up some donuts and had coffee and donuts out on the patio with Rick & Karen when we got back to the RV.


We made plans to go to the American Legion in Rockport, where they have oysters on Sundays starting at 1pm . . . . well, the three of them were going . . . I was going to do some grocery shopping while they were at lunch; I have no interest in oysters!




Before that, Tom wanted to get the roof waxed, and I waxed the outside of the windows while he was on the roof.  We finished right at 1pm, and Rick & Karen were ready to go.








The motorhome is looking pretty good!

When we drove up from the valley, we came through Corpus Christie and crossed over to Mustang Island via a bridge.  Here at the north end of the island, though, there’s a ferry that takes you across the narrow shipping channel.  It’s a pretty efficient operation . . . and it’s free!

We had a little bit of a wait this afternoon . . . I think we might have had a ferry driver in training!

Tom was pretty apprehensive about taking the motorhome on the ferry when we leave here next month, but after crossing on it several times this week, we’re pretty comfortable with it.  While we waited today, we saw a 45’ Dutch Star tag axle towing a Jeep come off the ferry . . . so I guess we’ll be OK!

I dropped Tom off at the American Legion with Rick & Karen and dove to H.E.B.  I wasn’t there more than a few minutes, and he was already texting me that they had their lunch.  They were bummed because the Legion was out of baked oysters and they wouldn’t make anymore, so they had to settle for fried, which they said weren’t as good.  Oh well!

Tom and I finished up our shopping (I was almost done when they got there), and headed back to the RV in time to catch the last few minutes of the MSU – UofM basketball game . . . and the Spartans won!  Yeah!  Go Green!