Our final destination in Texas for birding was Galveston. The place perhaps should have been named for the Laughing Gulls, which live there in droves.
High Island is uniquely renowned for its spring migrants, and we hoped to experience that. As luck would have it, High Island was bereft of birds on the day we opted to visit, but replete with mosquitos.
We knew full well that if the winds were stormy and from the north, one could see the "fallout" of flocks of migrants ... and that if the day was clear, one might as well have a fallback plan. Which we did. After experiencing High Island, we drove on to the Anhuac National Wildlife Refuge, and that did not disappoint.
We took the free ferry across the channel, and that gave us some nice views of the Royal Tern.
High Island was beautiful, and had many nice trails and water features.
The birds of Anhuac were unusually social, even the American Bittern seemed unconcerned by human activity.
On the way home we got a surprise view of the Crested Caracara ... which we had hoped for, because we wanted a nice photo. Two were atop a pole by the side of the road, mating. By the time we turned the car around and returned, the deed had been done, but there were still two in close proximity.
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