What's that bird?

I am grateful for what I am and have.

My thanksgiving is perpetual.

~Henry David Thoreau

Zelda is, perhaps, one of the most relaxed creatures I have ever known. She is along for the ride. She isn't crazy about the dark or traffic, but we were walking in daylight today. And, best part of Thanksgiving (other than the dressing) is the lack of traffic. Folks were home sleeping or cooking. Or Folks were gone -visiting at grandma's - so they were not racing up and down our road.

The park was quiet and still. We surprised a mockingbird. He (she?) perched on a limb as we walked over and debated just what kind of bird he was. Zelda wasn't interested and the bird didn't seem to mind her.

Zelda did alert on a huge tuxedo cat. The cat retreated and we continued home...past the flock of whitewings chowing-down on pecans, crushed by the curbside...past the dead squirrel* crushed in the street...up the hills and home.**

Sunrise

The sliver of moon above us.

We do have a bit of a "fall" here. One has to watch carefully for the leaves to change color. It's quick - easy to miss.

We snagged a few leatherflower seeds and spied this guy as we turned the corner.

Of course, we had no idea what he was, but he waited as I tried to get a good photo. He is a Northern mockingbird. Funny, I think of them as much thinner. And I do recognize them when I hear them or see them fly. He wasn't moving.

NOTES:

*As part of our MN volunteer work, I post plants, animals, insects and such on a website. There was a little debate about whether we should post "road kill." Apparently the answer is "Yes!" There are people who keep track of that sort of thing. I shed no tears for neighborhood squirrels.

**Zelda did try to run home, but I explained that she will have to run with DH.

Final note - no place else to put this and it is too good to lose among the masses of photos in the computer.

The Leon River bridge on Old Waco Road.

Scaredy-cat? Nope. Scaredy-dog.

Truth is I'm afraid of the dark. I always have been. My siblings used to tease me and challenge me to run out to the edge of the yard at night - then they would turn out the porch lights, leaving me in the dark. [I know it's not the meanest tale. I was probably worse to them.]

As children, we always had nightlights and I still leave lights on in the house all the time - sometimes following DH around turning them back on after he turns them off.*

So, walking dogs down the street in the early morning darkness has always been a little nerve wracking for me. I do take flashlights (and flashing lights so the cars see us). Sometimes I carry a walking stick or other protective tool - just in case.**

But this morning Zelda and I were up at 5:30 and took our first walk in the dim light - in spite of ourselves.

I found myself quite content, but with a scaredy-dog. She walked watching behind. She startled at any noise.*** We were about half-way to the park when I realized she was even jumping at the tiny tap of acorns falling from neighbors' trees.

It was definitely time to go home, another timing issue added.

I will need to figure out how to walk after sunrise and before traffic is bad. We will need to start before "emergencies" are triggered, but as scaredy-dogs can easily see when the boogedies**** are coming.

She's a good dog and worth the "figuring."


NOTES:

*We have always kept the light at the top of the stairs lit - to make sure all could see the stairs. It has worked so far - no one has fallen down the stairs unless they worked hard to do so.

**I am so much braver in the light - especially because folks can see the crazy lady with her scruffy animals. Who's gonna bother her?

***A reformed stray, Zelda's past must have been something. She is a bit of a nervous Nelly - following us from room to room (always keeping at least one of us in her sight). Paying attention to noises in the dark and moving away from noisy traffic was probably essential when she was living on the street.

****Somehow the "bogey man" became the "boogedy man" at our house. It gets spelled many ways. However it is spelled, he lurks at the edge of the light and creeps around in the shadows.

It's been a late fall here. The oaks all still have their leaves (the cedar elms have been dropping leaves as have the pistache  and pecans). These are some of our first big "pop" of color.

Across Williamson County - Along the San Gabriel River - Into the Prairie(s)

Initially there was a misunderstanding regarding where were going - an actual difference of 53 miles (which, by my calculation, means one extra hour of sleep!). Then a cold front blew in so DH packed for an "arctic expedition."*

I saw the weather reports, knew that layers, would work and prepared accordingly.

A lunch was also prepared: sandwiches, nuts, bananas, water, and sodas.

Cameras and cells were charged.

And we were off.

We started at Tejas Camp** and walked along part of the Good Water Trail. The cold front did indeed bring some brisk weather and the kind of bright sunshine...well...you will see in some of the photos that follow.

Members of the Good Water Master Naturalist Chapter lectured and guided us all around Williamson County. We were 25 12-year-olds picking up seedpods, snapping photos, "ooh-ing and ah-ing" over spiderwebs and phoebes.

The photo that "could have been" - I almost caught the group within the Devil's Claw seed pod. I admit that I wasn't trying for that. Wouldn't it have been cool if I had been?

The air was crisp and clear. The sunlight seemed more intense...blinding.

Always glad to see the velvety-leafed mullein. It is a favorite. Those velvety leaves are, what my mother would call, "mouse's ear."

Another mullein and native grass (just off the path to the river).

DH laughed when I told him this (4 foot) piece of driftwood was the only one I wanted.

I am ready to go back with water shoes for some wading in the river...maybe even bring a canoe (I am notorious for leaving kayaks at the bottom of rivers...so it will have to be a canoe).

Looking upstream

The shore is rocky/sandy.

Rough cockleburs - still green

While just steps away, dried cockleburs, ready to snag onto an unsuspecting animal

Seed pods and some flowers still on this small shrubby wildflower.

Not sure. Still looking. I loved that the flowers were hanging on even as the seed pods were starting to open. I did save some of these seeds.

Our path.

The path not taken. We have to come back.

A rock wall along the path.

The moon framed by one of the trees along the river.

Tired arctic explorer takes a nap. [Actually, I took one too - after lunch. I have no clue what part of the field trip I missed.]

I am notorious (just ask DH) for lagging behind for just one more photo of this or that. As I hurried to catch up with the group I heard voices behind me. I was not the only "straggler." I knew I had "found my people."

The Chalk Prairie

After crossing the county we were introduced to two women who are members of the Native Prairies Association of Texas. They are passionate about prairies (one is re-establishing the prairie on her property - quite a challenge). They took us to see two prairies. One is part of the original native prairie.*** Most of the native prairie in Texas was destroyed by cultivation and/or overgrazing. The Chalk Prairie is very rocky. Plowing would have been impossible, so the small prairie remains. I hesitate to share more. There was so much information. Those interested should read more at the links below.****

I love fences...here we have a little bit of everything - wooden posts, barbed wire, twisted wire, and welded wire. And there was a gate!

The hike to the chalk prairie was lovely. We passed under native and invasive non-natives. Here we found paper mulberry trees. I have to say the dappled light on the trail was gorgeous.

Bushy bluestem grass. It was so pretty I had to get a few seeds. "Keep it moist," recommended

Bushy bluestem was growing near the path in an area that carries drainage waters. Now we knew just a little more - Bushy bluestem signals an area of increased moisture.

Look at this grass blowing in waves. Imagine - this is how much of the central part of the state looked, before the sod busters came. [Remember #11.]

Bear Grass

Mesquite tree

Web among the mesquite thorns

Liatris bloom dried.

Another view of the prairie.

The group - outstanding in their field (you knew it was coming!)

We exited the woods, like waking from a dream...and headed off to the next stop.

The Tall Grass Prairie

The Army Corps of Engineers has a spot near Granger Lake where they are attempting to restore the prairie.***** While it's not clear how well they are doing on that property, right next door is a stretch of property where the seeds have spread and the prairie is, in fact, returning. We climbed through the barbed wire fence (not my favorite move) and walked into the tall grass.

We had been told to be on the lookout for a gilgai - a shallow depression in the prairie (common in high grass/blackland prairie) where the land is a little moist.******

We walked a bit and looked from grass to grass. There was switchgrass, Big bluestem, Little bluestem, and (watch for it) Bushy bluestem. Bushy bluestem signals moister ground - maybe we had found our gilgai.

We also saw a number of critters - grasshoppers, spiders and more.

The grass was thick and difficult to negotiate. You can see where we moved through.

Dried goldenrod.

Switchgrass, almost lacy against the sky.

Ask us about our grass. [There were grasses our guides could not identify - "perhaps an old world grass" was the thought.]

There it is - the Bushy bluestem.

We had found the gilgai

This strange fascinator of grass, seeds and webs held an unusual green spider.

It is such a mess of stuff - but follow the legs and you can just make out this spider.

Someone noted a grasshopper and he held still...

...long enough for me to get some photos, break my eyeglasses, and lose my lens cap. Still, I think the photo was worth it.

Post Oak Savanna

I have to admit that as the cold wind came whistling across the post oak savanna, I became chilled-to-the-core and was unable to focus. Even though I was wearing three layers (2 fleece), I was unprepared when that cold wind blew.  We were standing in the shade of the woods and I was reminded of an old folk song (although we weren't "in the pines").


                                   In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
                                           And you shiver when the cold wind blows*******

Ancestors come a'calling again

My Flinn, Williams, and Mankin(s) relatives moved from Tennessee, Kentucky, and Arkansas (respectively) to Williamson County in the mid to late 1800s. The Mankin(s) settled along the San Gabriel River. One branch of the river was named for him (Mankins Branch) as was a shallow spot where one could ford the river (Mankins Crossing).********

The old low-water bridge at Mankins Crossing is a great spot for birders. Our field trip stopped on the bridge just long enough to take a couple of photos and make a mental note of the location.

Also nearby is the Mankins Family Cemetery (on the north side of the highway about 200 yards from the crossing). We will be visiting soon, once we contact the land owners and get permission to enter their property.

Yes, the ancestors were calling again.

Looking north toward the Highway 29 bridge. The family cemetery is on the other side of the highway to the left, under some trees.

The San Gabriel River at Mankins Crossing. This is a place I have wanted to see.

NOTES:

*Allegedly "for us," DH has enough warm clothes and other gear for almost everyone on the bus. It is who he is. While he was not a "Boy Scout" he WAS an Army Scout (and he owned an International Harvester Scout, but that probably isn't pertinent here). He likes to "be prepared." On a recent family gathering he had a spare pair of dive booties (no, we were not scuba diving) and a spare swimsuit to share with others who were not ready to swim in the cold water nor walk on the rocky bottom of the Frio River. I have always said that he packs like a teenage girl - if one pair of shoes is plenty, he packs 10. I make a joke of it. I take pictures.

I like to be prepared too, but I also know that almost anything can be obtained/replaced/resolved in this day and age (On one family trip my suitcase was left in the kitchen. I had to hit a department store to make it through the week).

**Tejas Camp is on the north west side of Lake Georgetown. It includes a chunk of the Good Water hiking trail. Do not confuse it with Camp Tejas out of Giddings, TX. http://www.swf-wc.usace.army.mil/georgetown/Recreation/Trails/Hike.asp

***Less than 1% of the native prairie in Texas remains.

****http://texasprairie.org/

*****A little something on prairie restoration - http://acwc.sdp.sirsi.net/client/en_US/default/index.assetbox.assetactionicon.view/1004272;jsessionid=EFAA55F1F8829901B1EFC7B39E8526BF.enterprise-15000?rm=ECOSYSTEM+MANA0%7C%7C%7C1%7C%7C%7C0%7C%7C%7Ctrue

******"Gilgai are shallow microdepressions 1 to several meters across formed by pedoturbation of montmorillonitic clays." (Emphasis added.) http://www.worldwildlife.org/ecoregions/na0814

*******https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_the_Pines We were on a family trip once and they played different versions of this song for probably 30 minutes or more. The children and DH began to complain. I suspect  - even today - they would all moan if I started singing the refrain.

********Mankins Crossing http://www.williamson-county-historical-commission.org/GEORGETOWN_TEXAS/Mankins_Crossing-Historical_Marker_Williamson_County_Texas.html


Oh, one final thing.

We stopped for lunch at Friendship Park on Granger Lake. That sun shining on the water was stunningly beautiful.

Granger Lake - http://www.swf-wc.usace.army.mil/granger/Brochures/Granger%20Lake%20Map.pdf