In the night...the scream of the rabbit is terrible. But the scream of the owl which is not of pain and hopelessness and fear of being plucked out the world, but of the sheer rollicking glory of the death-bringer, is more terrible still.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Texas 2017: Day Three

We drove the four miles down to the Santa Ana NWF today. It was almost midday by the time we got there and there really weren't many birds around by then, but it was a beautiful sunny day in the LRGV, so we just went for a walk and I took a few pictures along the way.

- Gunnar

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