Tomorrow I'm headed to Texas again. I'm pretty pumped. Not gonna lie. I missed the Golden-cheeked Warblers a lot last year, so I'm happy to spend some quality time with them this season. I'm really excited to get the hell out of Mississippi (shocking, I know) for 4.5 months but I'm going to miss Zac (and the cats) like a crazy fool. But I gotta get out of here.
And the Hill Country is beckoning me. So happy to be going back to the ranch. Looking forward to the field season and working...running, riding my bike that hasn't gotten any action lately, birding, taking a bunch of photos (just got my new lens: Sigma 50-500 OS), the Frio, the caves, friends, those sweet Texas skies and storms. Really the list goes on.
It's amusing that I'm so attached to Texas, yes. And when I say Texas I mean Hill Country and West Texas areas, and some of south Texas for it's prime birding. The rest of Texas I have no love or lust for, nope. But Hill Country...it kinda feels like home.
This friendly armadillo is Cleo. He (she?) lived near the trailers (that's right, trailers! being a field biologist is glamourous!) in 2009. I'm hoping this buddy is still around. They're pretty cute little buggers. Camera Critters