October 24, 2022 ~ Galveston Island State Park spans the island, from West Bay on the north side, to the Gulf of Mexico on the south. The Gulf-facing portion of the park was heavily damaged by several big storms, but construction has been completed, and that side is now open for the first time in four years. The day was mild and overcast, so it was time to go exploring.

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I failed to follow my own rule when visiting the coast – check the tides – but got lucky. The tide rises and falls by about 15 inches here, so at low tide the water recedes from the marshy earth, leaving the paths of treacherous slick clay-lined sand firm enough to walk safely in jogging shoes. I roamed out Clapper Rail Trail, through saltwort going dormant for fall, and cordgrass drying to wrap its grass blades around itself for sleeping through the winter. But, apart from the occasional distant and wary Great Egret, the marshes were quiet.

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The yellowing mounds of short scrub were spotted with the striking (but deadly) seeds of the Coralbean, Erythrina herbacea. Hummingbirds love the scarlet tubular flowers in spring and summer, but the poisonous seeds mean that this plant is a good choice only for remote wild spaces, not areas where children or pets might find them interesting.

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Scissortailed Flycatchers, Tyrannus forficatus, are in south-central USA in the spring and summer to raise their families, and then fly south through Mexico to Central America to sit out the cold weather. I had spotted some fairly scruffy flycatchers in August, so this dapper chap was a surprise. His pristine tail feathers with their faintly scalloped edges were flawless, and he wore his apricot (or persimmon, or tangerine) armpits and peach flanks proudly. (The scissor-tail males are more brightly colored than the females, so I know this is a male.) Everywhere I walked along the grassy paths, swarms of grasshoppers and dragonflies showered up and away; the scissor-tails are eating well.

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He sat calmly, inspecting the horizon in all directions, looking back occasionally to check on me. I stayed on target as my arms trembled and palms sweated, because I knew from long experience that the moment I lowered my lens, he would fly. I outlasted him. He took wing and I was able to get two shots, one with no sticks in front, but soft focus on his face, and one with a welter of sticks in front, but a clear face. Several birders have noted that one of the joys of birding in the fall is that there are so many birds who are just reaching adulthood and have not yet learned to be cautious around humans – that may have been the case with this fellow.
Galveston Island State Park has four distinct ecological zones: salt marsh with its tidal flooding, coastal prairie thick with tall grass and fall wildflowers, the interdunal saltwater wetlands that I wanted to explore, and of course the sandy beach. I drove across the divided road 3005 to explore the newly opened Swale Trail, taking the beach access route through the grassy dunes. I didn’t find the entrainment ponds marked on the map, behind the dunes. Either they were obscured by dune grasses, or I took a wrong turn. In any case, I wound up on the beach.

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There I found a bit of a challenge. This graceful and quick little bird is, I believe, a non-breeding adult Sanderling, Calidris alba. He has black legs and longish straight bill, with a taupe back and wings, a faint shading from his back over his shoulders to the front of his neck, and pure white (“alba”) belly and cheeks. His wings have a black lower border that is partly hidden by overlapping white feathers in this image.

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He dashed back and forth along the beach staying just out of reach of the waves, constantly probing down into the saturated sand for small mollusks and invertebrates. The breeding adults have a rusty checkered pattern on back and wings, but this is the non-breeding season, so he has the subdued taupe-and-white feathering.

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I think this is the Least Sandpiper, Calidris minutilla. As his scientific name suggests, he is the smallest of the Calidris genus, about as big as a sparrow. The Least is distinguished by yellow legs, dappled back and wings, and smudged breast. His head appears smaller on his rotund little body, and he has a distinct white ring around the eye.

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And I think this is a third species – it is smaller, chunkier, and browner than the Sanderling, and the dark shadow comes more nearly all around its neck. Its cheek is dark. It has no black border on its wing.

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The central veins on its back and wing feathers create a more distinct striped pattern than I see on the Sanderling. I think this is the Western Sandpiper, Calidris mauri. All About Birds also points out that the Western Sandpiper’s black bill is slightly downward-curving, and I think I see that in this image as well.

My struggle to identify these three birds is so commonly experienced that there are articles in blogs, magazines and even the Encyclopedia Britannica on identifying “peeps”. The nickname peeps includes the Sanderling, the Least Sandpiper, the “Standard Peeps” (Semipalmated and Western Sandpipers), and the “Long-winged Peeps” (White-rumped and Baird’s Sandpipers). There are pages and pages of descriptive words. “A little smaller than”, “bulkier than”, “streakier”, “longer bill”, “heftier bill”, “very slightly drooping bill”. The highly detailed verbal descriptions make me thank goodness for comparative images.
Stiffness in my knees rules out deep knee bends for photography. The thorny burrs in my trouser hems ruled out a belly crawl. Ideally, I would have carried a milk crate out over the dunes and down to the beach, but the afternoon found me without, so I improvised. Imagine squatting, knees spread, rump raised, and feet flat on the ground. Holding the camera in your right hand, sink your right elbow between your knees. Your chest is now over your left knee, so wrap your left arm around the outside of your left knee and support the long lens as it crosses in front of the knee. Take a deep breath, then exhale. Relax your neck to let your head hang between your knees, your right ear level with the ground, and look left through the camera to see an inverse portrait shot of a peep with a soft seawater background. A lot of words. Or I could just draw you a picture 😊
Sooo tickled to see your artwork still encompasses drawing as well as photography. Love the sketch, and the photos, particularly the flycatcher. They are funny birds, keeping their colors tucked under their wings as if hiding a blush… then flashing! (Show-offs!)
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I did enjoy making the sketch… it solved the problem of trying to find the words to describe that position. Yes, the scissor-tails are flashy. It’s interesting to note that several birds have plumage with the same general intent – to frighten attackers with a flash of red. I’ve seen it in the American Redstart and the Rose-breasted Grosbeak.
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Many of us drive by without taking notice of the treasure trove of things around us. Whether it be a sandpiper or oyster catcher (just another shorebird, right?). I truly enjoy this. We have so much along the Gulf Coast to see and do. Thank you for that gentle reminder.
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Yes, we have a lot of birding opportunities… or even just “drive by and enjoy the view” opportunities. Thanks for dropping by, and for your comment!
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Wonderful shots here Sam. The Scissor-Tailed is on of my all-time favorites – we had way out of range not too far from us that I had the pleasure of meeting several times – even came back the following year with a mate, but not seen since. As soon as I saw the first shot I thought to myself..hope she got the wingpits for that stunning orange burst – sure enough there it was a bit further done – as always, Sam comes through. Without researching I can verify the Sanderling for you you.. the other two I need to hit the reference books, but those IDs would be my first guesses as well. Really nice when I can visualize the places you are at – I always hit the Clapper trail when in Galveston and for four years running photographed a clapper at the first boardwalk over the inlet. Will have to check out the Swale Trail when we are down there in January – thanks for the tip.
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I remembered your Clapper Rail success on that boardwalk, and looked carefully (with my spyglass/lens) for one, but no joy. You can bet I’ll keep trying!
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Excellent photos! I really liked the ground level photos of the sandpiper. That’s the only way to capture a bird like this one.
BTW, when is your book coming out? (I prompt Brian at Intrigued about this also) The pros have nothing on your photos and your stories.
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Thanks Brad! I agree, getting low gives the best result… but DANG it is some work! Heh on a book – you are too funny! Last I checked on Amazon self-publishing, there is a publishing fee per megabyte. Since I now have over 6 GB in photos online, that fee adds up fast… it would have to be a pretty skinny book to be affordable. But thanks for the thought!!
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He’ll keep hounding you on the book ha!
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That’s right. Maybe a collaborative effort with a few photos. Moose can’t have all the fun. And I believe both of yours are every bit as good.
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I truly enjoy your blog and I love the self portrait you sketched. I wish I could sketch like that. I look forward to your next blog posting!
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Glad you are part of the journey! Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Great shots. I love your self portrait too.
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Thank you Zena – the sketch was fun, and was certainly a clearer description than my hunt for words encompassing that posture. “Shooting the barrel wave on a surfboard” was better than “Deep Sumo crouch”, but both fell pretty short of the mark.
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I also wanted to tell you how impressed I was with your shot of the seed pod. I don’t normally think of big powerful lenses as macro lenses, but it did a good job and you didn’t have to get down on your knees (or your Sumo wrestler crouch to get it). Loved the colors in the shot.
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That big lens of yours produces truly amazing photos, especially when you stir in your dollop of patience! It occurs to me that being able to capture images like this helps with identification, too. Many of these tiny shorebirds look alike to me because I simply can’t manage to get close to them, and by the time I get my 300mm close enough for a decent photo, they’re already fifty feet farther along the shore.
I wonder if you missed the entrainment ponds because they’ve dried up. The first time I visited the beach side of the park, I had a hard time finding the Swale Trail itself, and had to consult a ranger. As it turned out, their mowers had gone a bit rogue, and there wasn’t any obvious trail access until I got well into the grass.
Your drawing is terrific. Your description of what’s required to keep that lens focused and stable brings me back to my 300mm — and a bit of appreciation for the relative ease of working with it.
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I do love my long lens, and you are right that I’m relying more and more often on the photos I bring back to my computer to help me identify what I saw in the field. My 500 PF is quite a bit lighter than my old 200-500 telephoto, so I can still do hand-held photos with it (most of the time), but I wouldn’t go back to my really old 300 if you paid me 🙂 You are probably right about the ponds drying up – they would be fresh (or brackish) water from runoff, not tidal sea water, so lack of rain would tend to see them shrink, maybe to nothing. Your rogue mower story rings true – at times the path seemed to evaporate along with the ponds!
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There are so many beautiful places in our world. Thanks for showing this special site.
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I agree Rudi, this state park has a wealth of habitats in a relatively small area. It always surprises me.
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