12:00 p.m. — 1:08 p.m.: After thirty minutes communing with a fussy wren, I finished a brief field observation with a walk up Salt Creek about one-tenth of a mile. I logged tadpoles, frogs, wrens, bluejays, heard the cry of the red-tailed hawk or the Harris hawk, photographed a turkey vulture (not included herein) and saw the owl (unidentified) fly into the grove away from my hike. Back at the ranch house, I identified the wren that had chattered at me — a Bewick’s Wren (Thryomanes bewickii). I saw numerous tracks in the mud.
I counted two monarch butterflies within the cool willows of the water cache — see photograph below for the Salt Creek water cache with sky blue.
The Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Birds states that Bewick’s Wren prefers drier conditions to its resemblance, the Carolina Wren. Bewick’s Wren has certainly enjoyed dry conditions throughout the summer.
I liked this photograph of the prickly-pear cactus with the willow and pecan trees in the background. It describes in essence what this part of Texas and my ranchito is all about — wet and dry, green and brown, cactus and pecan, things-that-stick-you and things-you-eat.
Fox I did not see. I did not expect to see any, but one never knows. My friend, Wild Bill of Wild Ramblings Blog, suggested that I get a animal call tool that sounds like a wounded rabbit to attract the fox. I think I shall because I want to see fox again. Cougars and bobcats have been sighted in our area, so I shall be cautious. I don’t want my day spoiled by predators of that size taking me from behind. We have a saying out here, “If it doesn’t sting or bite you, it will stick you!” I’ll take the stinging and sticking anytime over the biting. Now, where are my field catalogs?