March 22. 2014
Know how the woman yesterday told us the worst campers were Boy Scouts and Church Groups? Well, what looks like a Church’s Scout Troop has moved in to the five campsites opposite us. Yikes! About 15 tween boys and six parents. It took 1 1/2 hours for them to do breakfast, and they were doing lunch three hours later when we returned!
In those three hours, we road and hiked 10.5 km, first looking for the elusive (for us any way) Golden-cheeked Warbler. We found the coolest little spring that was likely there since the land was homesteaded:
We visited three Bird Blinds and met more great Texans. And we added to our “Feathered Friends in Fountains” collection (by the way, we saw more than 40 different birds here!):
This one was a real treat, a Black-chinned Hummingbird taking a bath:
The view across from our campsite is a little crowded though quieter now that everyone went to the river:
We took advantage of the relative quiet (things really change here on the weekends) and read and snoozed and visited.
But the real view from my chair is my fragrant Agarita shrub and my hanging-in-there pedicure (the last of my bare toes you’ll likely see this trip as we start heading home tomorrow):
Oh, and a final sunset over South Llano River State Park:
You really know your birds. And such beautiful photos. We too experienced noisy scouts at Lake Mead, Nevada last November. Our entire campground (Callville Bay) filled up with scouts and leaders/parents. Definitely to be avoided...
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