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. . . . .Two cold, cloudy days with rain off and on, mostly off this time.  Despite the forecast, we've had very little, but the dark skies and the threat kept us close to the trailer.  High temp. yesterday was in the low 50's, and we just checked our little outdoor thermometer and it read 44'.  Brrr!
. . . . .This gave us some time to get caught up on the necessities of everyday life.  Yesterday I spent the morning in the none-too-clean local coin laundry.  The machines worked well, though--and the price was a figure I haven't encountered in at least a decade.  I used five washers and five driers and only paid $6.50 to get everything dry.  Most driers say 25¢ to dry, but you have to put in quarter after quarter to get the clothes dry.  These ran long enough on one quarter to dry everything except Jim's jeans. By the time I got everything folded and the bed made (always a major hastle in the trailer), the morning was over.
. . . . .This morning I bathed Charlie and defrosted the refrigerator, then picked out colors for another embroidered bird. 
 . . . . .After lunch I decided to take a walk around the campground and down to the arm of the reservoir that's not far away.  American Goldfinches are here by the hundreds and twittering away in the tops of all the trees like House Sparrows going to roost.  I've never before encountered so many in one place.  I wonder if they're staging to move north as soon as the weather warms up.  Still no warblers except Myrtle.  Other species also pretty ordinary.
 . . . . .Jim spent all the time in a fruitless attempt to get his computer to obtain his e-mail using Wi-Fi.  It was definitely functioning, for he got some communications from it, but despite hours and hours of work, he just couldn't his computer to use it.  Finally he decided to reinstall his e-mail program, and that was a BIG MISTAKE, for reasons I don't quite understand, and I don't think he does either.  He'd like to call consumer support, but the cell phone service is very erratic--goes on and off every few seconds.  It took many tries before we could send our PocketMail messages over it.  (We tried to send PocketMail over the local pay-phones, but they're the kind we encounter occasionally that won't let you dial an 800 number, and that's how we hook up to PocketMail.)  When we leave here, I think we'll try to find a commercial RV Park that has a computer room where you can hook up to a phone line.  Then Jim will try to get things working again.  We may try Independence, MO, and also visit the Truman Library.
. . . . .I left a few things out of my last installment on our scouting trip to Taberville Prairie.  There were also more lovely wildflowers, which I photographed and identified yesterday afternoon.  Several were easy for they were in the same genera as species I'm familiar with in the west.  New to my list are:
 . . . . Common Cinquefoil (Potentilla simplex)
. . . . .Shooting Star (Dodecatheon meadia) - some pink, some white
. . . . .Spring Beauty (Claytonia virginica)
 . . . . Bird's Foot Violet (Viola pedata)
I also got a shot of a huge bumblebee nectaring on the Wood Betony, which was as abundant here as it was in Prairie State Park.
 . . . . .I paid the penalty for kneeling down and brushing against foliage--ticks! Enormous ticks!  (I guess they're better than the little deer ticks, but they're certainly repulsive.)  I picked two off myself as we drove back to the trailer.  When I took my jacket off, there were 8 or 10 crawling around on the inside of it, but none down by my pantslegs.  I'll have to be careful when we return there tomorrow.
. . . . .I also should have mentioned that, in addition to probably finding the Greater Prairie-Chicken lek, I heard Henslow's Sparrows.  I couldn't pish any up, and Jim couldn't lure them out with the tape I made for him from the Stokes recordings.  Will try for them tomorrow with a tape of their own music.  I should be able to record them.  I didn't try last time because of the wind.
 . . . . .We plan to get up early tomorrow and get to the prairie before the chickens get up.

 . . . . .Finally, a clear, calm day--although cold:  early am temp. was 38' and it's only 59' right now.  "Calm" in the midwest means winds under 15 mph, but even these have been intermittent.
 . . . . .Anticipating the clearing based on the weather forecast, we arose at 4:00 am, hoping to get out to the Taberville Prairie before it got light.  We arrived at 5:30, but unfortunately it was starting to get light then.  (Sunrise was around 6:20.) 
 . . . . .We were thrilled to have our scouting confirmed.  We had indeed figured out where the lek was.  The birds were hard at it.  Even from our truck, which was around 200 yd away, we could hear their strange hollow three-note (do do re) calls.  These were punctuated with chicken-like cackles, sounding like hysterical laughter.  We decided to approach them as closely as we could so I could get some recordings and so Jim could determine exactly which portion of the large mowed hilltop they were using.  Hilltop is actually a poor word, for the prairie is only gently rolling in this area.  However, they were just over the top of the summit from the approach road we walked.  (Driving access was blocked by a locked gate, but foot traffic was OK.)  As we stood there, we could see their occasional jump-ups silhouetted against the bright orange of the dawn sky.  I walked around to about a 90' angle from the sun so the wind would be behind me, not across my microphone, and recorded them for a long time.
 . . . . .Jim had not brought his camera at first, but then went back for it, just in case.  He approached them from the other side and pressed his luck a bit too much.  Eight of them flew off, including one that was noticeably smaller than all the rest.  It had to be a female.  That was good news, for we had been told the females usually quit coming to the lek by the end of April.  Not all of them flew, for we could still hear sounds and see at least two birds jumping up, but we figured Jim had no chance for pictures today, so we decided to concentrate on the Henslow's Sparrows.
 . . . . .They were really thick all over the prairie around the parking area and along the road to the lek.  They were also along another road that went off at a right angle to the lek, but when it descended into a little depression, they were not there, as I discovered much later in the morning.  I heard them singing even in the extremely dim dawn light when we first arrived.  What they were saying is termed a song because it functions as one--to proclaim a territory and attract a mate.  Its structure would make you think it was only a call, though.  It's a rapid, high, scratchy "tsi-lik" or "tsi-tsi-lik."  Territories couldn't have been any larger than half of our city lot at home, for the sounds were coming from all around no matter where I stood.
 . . . . .Jim could not hear them, so I tried to help him find one to photograph. It didn't take long, and it allowed him to stalk it.  He said he got some really nice close-up shots.  Playing the tape, which I took partly from Stokes and partly from Thayer's CD-ROM, was unsuccessful.  I thought it was because the speaker he was using was not reproducing the high frequencies, but when I recorded one and played it back through my really good Sony TCM-5000EV speaker, they didn't pop up either.  However, stalking seemed to work quite well shortly after sunrise.  An hour or two later (we lost track of the time, we were so engrossed in what we were doing) I seldom saw any up.  When they were up, they perched on last year's bent-over grass stems, seldom on the more substantial shrubs that dotted the prairie.  These grass-stems, when upright, are up to six feet tall.
 . . . . .There are very few widespread North American sparrows that Jim has not photographed, and getting Henslow's was a major goal of the trip, so I was thrilled at his success.  It was a life bird for him, and he doesn't count a bird unless he gets a picture.
 . . . . .After we had finished working with the Henslow's Sparrows, we were suddenly aware that there were again a lot of Prairie-Chicken sounds emanating from the nearby lek.  They had obviously returned to resume displaying while our backs were turned.  Jim tried once more to stalk them--a desperation move, for they flew off again.  Much later when we were far from the lek, we could hear them at it again off in the distance.  Their display drive is definitely still strong.  (According to Birds of North America, they prefer cold, calm mornings, so that may be why they are so active this late in the season.)
 . . . . .Near the truck I heard a Field Sparrow singing from one of the shrubs that was growing along the fence that separates the preserve from the nearby farmland.  I recorded him and played the song back so Jim could get pictures.  To our amazement, instead of doing the fly-by's or perching at a respectful distance, this bird approached through the grass until it was only a foot from our toes.  We might as well have been trees, for we certainly didn't frighten him.  He would hop around, looking for the intruder, singing all the time, then gradually work his way farther and farther away, sometimes hopping up on a nice perch to look around and sing some more.  This happened twice--once at Jim's feet and once at mine.  What a thrill to see that intrepid mite at such close range.  Jim shot a roll or two of him on various perches, sometimes on shrubs, sometimes on the barbed-wire fence.  I recorded his song from extremely close range, which was good, for by then there were all sorts of other sounds, especially cattle.
 . . . . .Jim has photographed Field Sparrows before, but these are probably better than any others.  Usually they don't allow very close approach.
 . . . . .By then we had been on our feet burdened with gear for at least four hours--we lost track of the time, so can't say for sure.  Sitting down seemed pretty appealing.  So we decided to use the truck as a moving blind and see what we could find along the roadsides.  As we were driving the one-mile spur-road from the parking lot back to the highway, we found a cooperative White-crowned Sparrow (eastern leucophrys) in the roadside shrubs and brushpiles.  Jim "bagged" it on the road in front of the truck.  A little farther along, there were some small puddles from the recent rain. To our amazement, a Solitary Sandpiper was working them.  Jim got distant shots of it.
 . . . . .Then we drove to the little-travelled dirt road that borders the east side of the preserve and drove it slowly.  There Jim succeeded in getting excellent close-up shots of an Eastern Phoebe and an Eastern Kingbird.  At one point I heard a song I couldn't identify, but by the time I had my tape recorder out it had quieted down.  It was one of those complicated jumbles of notes that are so hard to distinguish. 
 . . . . .Tomorrow we're going to try again for the Prairie-Chickens, but this time we'll get there an hour earlier than we did today--that means getting up at 3:00 am.  Jim plans to envelope himself in a hunter's camouflage cape (coarse netting with strips of camouflage fabric attached) and fine camouflage netting, take a chair so he'll have a low profile, and hope the birds think he is just a new, slightly oversized shrub.  Having watched their action this morning, he knows where to sit.  I don't intend to go anywhere near the lek.  I got my sounds today and don't want to spook them.  Instead, I plan to try to get some bird songs before the cattle start bawling.  I noticed this morning that they were quiet until it got fairly light.  I'd like to get really good Henslow's, Field, and Grasshopper sparrows (heard one or two of those), and Eastern Meadowlark.
 . . . . .Right now Jim has his blind set up along the hedgerow of miscellaneous shrubs and young trees near our campsite.  He tells me he has photographed both morphs of White-throated Sparrow (white-striped and tan-striped) and Harris's Sparrow.

References for birding Taberville Prairie—and other MO prairies:
Palmer (ed.), A Guide to Birding in Missouri, The Audubon Society of Missouri, 2001.  Available from ABA.
Zimmerman and Patti, A Guide to Bird Finding in Kansas and Western Missouri.  University Press of Kansas, 1988.
Conservation Commission of the State of Missouri (P.O. Box 180, Jefferson City, MO 65102-0180), Public Prairies of Missouri. 1999.  I got this free at Prairie State Park. 

This attractive and comprehensive book has excellent maps and descriptions of each prairie, including the special birds and plants found on each.  It has been a big help to me.

 . . . . .After I wrote up yesterday's installment, I heard a song outside the trailer that sounded sort of like a Bewick's Wren, but I knew they're pretty rare in the east.  I spotted the sound-source high in an oak tree and it was a Bewick's Wren.  I tried to record it, but got only a snatch of scold and no song.  It flew off.  A couple more widely spaced times it returned, but I never was ready fast enough.  The song has the typical in-drawn breath beginning and a trill ending, but its middle is sweeter and more elaborate than the western ones I'm familiar with.  I never saw it anywhere except high in the tree.  That also is different from western ones.  After checking field guides, I learned that, although they are declining markedly everywhere east of the Rockies, only east of the Mississippi are they almost extirpated.  The National Geographic guide shows where we are as right on the edge of their breeding range.
 . . . . .Jim's attempt to photograph the Greater Prairie-Chickens this morning was a total failure.  We got up at 3:00 am.  Jim carried his camouflage draped camera and tripod from the truck to the lek, and I carried his chair and some foam padding to keep his backside and underside warm.  We got him all draped in the stuff, then I left him there in total darkness at around 4:45 am.
 . . . . .He stayed there until shortly after sunrise.  The chickens came in, but were obviously disturbed by the new object in their territory.  They did little calling and wandered around the edges of the lek eying him suspiciously instead of displaying.  (This was quite different from our experience with Lessers, which seemed quite unconcerned by Jim's presence in the truck only a few feet from where they were displaying.)  He got no pictures and so decided to leave the area to the chickens.  Of course, those that were there flew off when he stood up to gather up his gear.  However, a bit later when we looked toward the lek from afar, we could see that they had resumed their normal behavior.  The jump-ups are visible from the parking lot.
 Shortly after he left, the chickens had a worse harassment than Jim.  Two Northern Harriers were swooping around harrying the chickens.  One or two chickens would fly up, circle around and land again.  At the same time, we might see the display jump-ups elsewhere on the lek.  This went on for several minutes, then the harriers left.  Prairie-chickens seem like rather large prey for Northern Harriers, but maybe not.
 . . . . .The temperature was marginally warmer, 41', this morning.  While Jim was waiting for chickens, I got out my recording gear and recorded the dawn chorus of prairie birds.  Even in total darkness with only a half-moon for illumination, I could hear the "ts-lik" songs of Henslow's Sparrows all along the trail as I helped Jim carry his gear.  I wondered if they sing all night.  Later I checked Birds of North America's account (I brought along Xerox copies of those accounts for about a dozen birds) of the bird, and it said it is fairly common, with occasional individuals singing all night long. One bird studied "sang every five seconds for at least 24 hours."  I wonder what grad student had to listen to it.
 . . . . .It was still quite dark, but with a slight glow in the east, when yesterday's Field Sparrow tuned up.  Eastern Meadowlarks first sounded off around the same time.  It wasn't until it was fairly light that I heard some owls off in the distance, Great Horned and Barred.  They had not called earlier.  About that time I also got distant Wild Turkey gobbles, as well as an occasional Grasshopper Sparrow (not many here) and Mourning Dove.  The cattle were evident in all of the recordings, but not too bad when it was really dark.  After it got light, they were bawling all the time.  There's a small feed lot about 1.5 miles away, we noticed later.
 . . . . .The experience of standing there alone on the prairie, hearing those tiny sounds all around me both near and far, and watching the arrival of the first hints of daylight and then sunrise was an experience I'll savor.  Birding to me is more a collection of memories like this than a compilation of life birds to write down.
 . . . . .Shortly after sunrise the wind got up and really made being outdoors unpleasant--and also prevented any more first-class recordings.  The birds didn't like it either and stayed in cover, so Jim was unable to try for additional Henslow's Sparrow photos--or anything else.
 . . . . .I didn't want to go back to the trailer that early, so we drove south along state highway H about a mile or two to where there is a public parking lot for Taberville Prairie right next to the road.  That was the only place I was aware of the last two times I was there because I didn't have the books I do now.  I wanted to see if it had changed any.
 . . . . .It hadn't.  Without the wind, it still would be an excellent place to bird.  It was the first place I saw Henslow's Sparrows--many years ago when I visited the area with Mother.  When I brought Jim there June 13, 1992, I couldn't find any there.  I attributed it to a date that was later in the year than when I was there with Mother.  Today I couldn't find any either.  The prairie grasses were not as tall as those where they do occur.  They manage the prairie, burning portions of it every few years.  I suppose that's the reason.
 . . . . .The lay of the land in that location is first a descent of about 200 yd through the prairie along a mowed road to a wooded creek, which I was able to wade across with my high-topped, waterproof overshoes.  Then there is a long, muddy ascent up the slope on the other side.  Near the top of the slope there are some shale outcroppings with shrubs growing from the cracks.  That was where we recorded and photographed the eastern Bell's Vireo last time.  There was no sign of one today.  Maybe it was the wind, or maybe it's too early in the season.
 . . . . .The most interesting experience was the unusual song I heard from the creek crossing on the way back.  I recorded it and played it back.  It turned out to be a White-eyed Vireo doing two different songs in rapid succession.  It did that for a minute or so, then reverted to its more typical song--which I had heard on the way out. (Playback did not elicit the unusual song.  It was doing it of its own accord and only came close and did it some more when I played it back.)
 . . . . .It was a cold, exhausting hike with little reward in the way of birds, but I'm glad I did it.  Down in the depression, all signs of man's impact on the land were gone--except for that mowed two-track "road."  I could imagine early visitors and immigrants to the prairie standing there in all its windy vastness and experiencing emotions ranging from exhilaration to fear.  I knew I could return to a nice warm truck with only a 15-minute walk.  They had to endure it.  Some loved it;  others returned to the more familiar woodlands back east.
 . . . . .After that, I was ready to call a halt to outdoor activity for the day.  In addition, the bursitis in my hip was really bothering me.  We got back to Osceola around 10:30, hoping to find a cafe where we could buy a late breakfast (our 3:00 am one was a long time ago).  There does not seem to be a single restaurant in town.  Still hungry for a real breakfast, I whipped up some waffle batter and fried some bacon.  [When we left town the next day, we discovered a couple of cafes on the main highway, SR 13, only a few miles north of town, where we might have eaten.  The main part of town is about a mile off the highway, and all the restaurants there seem to be defunct.]
 . . . . .Temperature now is 59' and it is still fairly windy, but somewhat protected where we are in the trees.  Sky is about half cloudy--puffies, no rain threatened for the forseeable future.  We're certainly glad we're not farther south.  They're having record-breaking rain on the Gulf coast, where we spent a totally dry month three years ago.  I wonder how the migration is there and when the warblers will start showing up here.  I did see an Orange-crowned by the creek today, but that's not too exciting.
 . . . . .Jim is in his blind again shooting the assortment of sparrows, etc.  I'm sitting in the trailer watching them from a distance.  Only the Chipping Sparrows venture far away from the line of shrubs where Jim has his blind.  They were the only birds eating the birdseed right outside the window.
 . . . . .I had to admire one tiny Chippy's method of eating dandelion seeds, whose puffy balls were sticking up on robust 8-to-10-inch stalks all over the grass.  The bird jumped up and turned itself sideways so it could grasp the stalk with both feet. Then with a flutter of its wings, it downed the stalk.  Holding the stem down with its feet, it cleaned the entire head in short order, then tackled another one.

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. . . . .Jim had screwed up his computer's e-mail feature trying to connect to Wi-Fi in Osceola, so we decided we had better seek an RV Park with ordinary telephone hook-ups for campers.  Independence, MO, seemed like a good stop, and we could also take a day off from birding to visit Harry S Truman's home and library.
. . . . .Before leaving for the 100-mile drive to Independence, I wandered around the campground in Osceola.  It was cold (36'), but clear and calm. I added two new migrants, Red-eyed and Warbling Vireo, but still no eastern warblers. 
. . . . .We got here around 12:30.  Jim was able to get his ATT email connection restored with a minimal hassle.  He downloaded countless email messages, many junk, but several of interest.  I tried to reach PocketMail on the cellphone, but the signal here was apparently also too weak, but Jim was able to get it on the payphone in the campground--5 messages there.  We spent the rest of the afternoon catching up on our correspondence.
. . . . .One of the messages was the good news from Nancy Kenyon that the replacement diskette I sent her was fine and that she would have the first installment of the diary on-line that evening.
. . . . .Since we were in a sizeable town, I decided we'd eat out.  I found one of those all-you-can-eat buffet restaurants that Jim loves not far away.  The food was good, but the 50's rock-and-roll music was annoyingly loud.

. . . . .This morning we visited Truman's home and library.  It was interesting to see the fairly ordinary house where he lived.  It had been his wife's family home since it was built in the 1860's.  The living room furniture was temporarily in storage so they could restore the wallpaper, but the rest of the downstairs was open for guided tours.  The upstairs will not be opened until his daughter, Margaret, who is 82, dies.  Although the home was willed to the US government, she can stay here up to a week each year, if she wishes.  Because of this, the upstairs remains closed.  She hasn't used it in ten years, though.  She lives in New York City.
. . . . .The house is large and comfortable, and really quite ordinary, especially the kitchen, which was less impressive than the one my paternal grandparents had in Santa Ana.  Truman's wife was from one of the "best" families in Independence (flour-milling money), while he was from a poor farming family.  It took years of persuading for him to get her to marry him.
. . . . .From there we went to the nearby presidential museum and library.  We viewed a 45-minute film on his life, which was an interesting review of a period of history I hadn't thought much about in many years--end of WW-II including the A-bombs, Marshall Plan, start of cold war, and the Korean war with the accompanying firing of General MacArthur.  The displays were in sort of a time-line of his life and expanded on themes developed in the film, not just his presidency, but his entire life from his humble beginnings to his return to an unpretentious life after his presidency. 
. . . . .I was especially interested in the even-handed way they interpreted his decision to drop those A-bombs on Japan.  There was a wall with quotes from various sources pro and con, some written shortly after the events and others written more recently.  There seemed to be more cons than pros, which I thought surprising in that setting.  Jim, of course, has always been pro, for he fought in Okinawa near the end of the war and knew he would probably have been involved in the attack on the main part of Japan had it taken place.  Several of the quotes were from people convinced that Japan couldn't have put up much of a fight, but a Japanese military leader said they were prepared to fight to the bitter end.  Who knows?  Personally, I'm glad my wonderful Jim is here today!!
. . . . .Late this afternoon we went to the National Frontier Trails Museum, which interprets the trails to the west, many of which started here in Independence.  We didn't finish viewing the exhibits, but they gave us a pass to go back tomorrow morning, which we plan to do.  It's really a very interesting place--perhaps more interesting than the Truman Library.
. . . . .Campus RV Park, where we're staying, seemed a strange name.  I wondered what university it was near.  It turned out it is on the "campus" of the world headquarters of the Community of Christ church, the new name for the "Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints" a name they finally abandoned in 2001 because it was too cumbersome.  From the RV Park we can see the extremely tall spire of the temple.  The entire building spirals upward and is covered in stainless steel or some other shiny surface.  It's really impressive and very conspicuous. 
. . . . .Not far away are all the other main-stream denominations--Methodist, Congregational, Presbyterian, Baptist, Episcopal, etc.  (There's probably a Catholic one around, but I didn't see it.)  Each has a sizeable edifice, and all are in red brick.  Notably absent were any of the new fundamentalist/evangelical/pentecostal types that are taking over the country.  I suppose they're on the edge of town, where they could find vacant land.  We're right on the edge of downtown.  I also wonder what was on all the land that the Mormons own today.  All their buildings and open space areas seem very new.  [The next day I learned that they've owned the land for a long time--almost from the beginning of the denomination in the 1800s.]
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. . . . .This morning we went back to the National Frontier Trails Museum to finish looking at the displays.  I found it fascinating to read the many quotes from diaries of travellers on all the trails (Oregon, California, Mormon, Santa Fe and all their alternate routes and cut-offs) that emanated from Independence, MO.  There was a sequence of displays for each trail, with the number of miles from Independence at the top of each.  In addition to the quotations, there were displays of items that would have been part of the journey, some genuinely old, others reproductions and clearly labelled as such.  I'm sure as the years go by they'll try to replace the reproductions with originals, although I doubt they'll try to get an original loaf of bread.
. . . . .The museum is a joint project of the City of Independence and the Missouri Dept. of Natural Resources and was established in 1989.
. . . . .Jim dragged me away before I was really finished to go see the interior of the Community of Christ Temple, but he did allow me to spend a few minutes selecting several books containing material from women's diaries.  I had to look the books over carefully, for I already have quite a few books on the subject, which has always fascinated me.
. . . . .The Temple building is so distinctive that we really were interested to see what it was like inside.  Since it was Mormon, we had thought that only Mormons could go inside.  But we learned, partly from the manager of the RV Park, who is a member, and partly from the receptionist at the Frontier Trails Museum, that this is a totally different denomination of Mormonism.  It broke off from the original shortly after it was founded, mainly because they did not believe in polygamy.  Other differences are that they do not have the secrecy associated with the Salt Lake City variety of Mormonism.  Visitors are welcome in their temple.  They do not wear special undergarments.  When we learned a bit about their beliefs, it sounded almost like a cross between the large LDS church and the Unitarian Universalist tradition.  They're big on peace and tolerance for all people's beliefs.  Unfortunately they're a small church with only 250,000 members worldwide.
. . . . .Despite this their world headquarters is mighty impressive.  It includes an auditorium that seats 6,000 and that temple shaped like a slender nautilus shell, that cost $35,000,000, including an immense organ.  (The auditorium has one almost as big.) We were disappointed not to be able to hear it played.
. . . . .In order to visit the sanctuary we had to go on a guided tour (only 6 people in our group) and unfortunately we drew an extremely long-winded guide.  (We saw another group come and go while we were still a captive audience.  He was a very sweet man and it would not have been polite to leave, however.)
. . . . .The interior was every bit as beautiful as the outside.  From the center of the circular sanctuary we could look up 195 ft to the top of the spiral.  The windows that we had seen from the outside are part of a ramp, but it is used only by a custodian when he has to change the aircraft warning light at the top of the steeple. 
. . . . .Photos were permitted in all parts of the building, and Jim took a number of them.
 It was noon by the time we got back to the trailer, and we had expected to be on the road by 10:00.  We quickly hooked up and left, stopping enroute for a quick hamburger and some groceries.  We had 110 miles to go to get to our next birding destination.  Because we had such a late start, we broke with our usual practice and took the freeway, I-29.
. . . . .We're here to visit Squaw Creek NWR, which is in the bottomlands of the Missouri River.  Lucy Lee recommended it highly and gave us information on the place.  It has an impressive bird list.  We'll go there tomorrow.
. . . . .The closest campground is Big Lake State Park, which is something of a disappointment.  Although it is located on the shores of Big Lake, a Missouri River oxbow, none of the lakeside sites have hookups.  All the sites are in the middle of an open lawn dotted with shade trees.  None backs up into the nearby woods, and none even backs up very close to the woods.  We selected a site that backs up to the road with only a line of conifers as a barrier.  The sites are enormous, but we have to park our trailer near the front because the electric box is right next to the park road.  Even so we're using our extension cord. 
. . . . .As a result of the openness of the campground, the birds are mainly Robins, Common Grackles, and Downy Woodpeckers.  There does seem to be a Brown Thrasher in the hedgerow of small conifers between our site and the nearby road.  Jim saw a White-breasted Nuthatch.  Maybe we'll find more when we really explore.  We were tired from a morning of standing and an afternoon of driving and didn't feel like doing anything but sit around under the trees.
. . . . .Right now I don't feel like doing anything but going to bed. We missed our afternoon naps.  Jim has been in bed for an hour.

. . . . .Squaw Creek NWR is a beautiful place in the bottomlands of the Missouri River.  It also includes the loess bluffs, which are heavily wooded--more so than they were before human settlement and its accompanying tree planting and fire suppression.  Some of this forest is being removed and converted back to the sloping prairie that was there originally.  We saw one controlled burn while we were on the refuge this morning.
. . . . .We drove the 10-mile tour road through the flat portions of the refuge this morning.  It is a very good, wide, gravel road with nicely mowed grassy shoulders, so we could stop anywhere we wanted to. We were surprised it was one-way.  Lots of trees, some enormous, line the sides of the water impoundments, but not so thickly that they obscure view of the water.  Ducks were mostly Blue-winged Teal, but we were happy to see some Wood Ducks and Hooded Mergansers, which are both cavity nesters.  Lots of nest boxes had been placed for the Wood Ducks.  I wondered at the time if the Hooded Mergansers used them too, but when I checked the bird list, it doesn't show them breeding or wintering here.  So they were just migrants.
. . . . .Most of the land birds were Red-winged Blackbirds, Barn Swallows, Common Yellowthroats and Yellow Warblers, but one interesting eastern warbler, a Blackpoll was present.  One stretch went through the edge of a boggy forested area, but all I could hear there was House Wrens. 
. . . . .Along the final portion of the tour loop, there were a couple of places that were managed for shorebirds, only one of which had any.  Unfortunately they were pretty far away even for my telescope--and hopelessly far away for Jim's telephoto lens.  I was able to identify six species, none new for the trip:  Long-billed (presumably) Dowitcher, Lesser Yellowlegs, and Semipalmated, Least, Pectoral, and Baird's sandpipers.  We'd seen Spotted Sandpipers earlier on the tour.
. . . . .If I had walked more sections of the tour road, I might have discovered more migrating land birds, but we drove very slowly, stopping often to look and listen.
. . . . .It was around 11:30 when we completed the loop, so we decided to drive back toward the uplands through the roadcuts in the loess bluff, for there we had seen a large colony of nesting Bank Swallows yesterday as we drove down with the trailer.  Jim spent half an hour or so photographing them as they came and went to their burrows.  He feels he may have obtained some good pictures, but those birds come and go so fast, it's hard to be sure.  He may try again another day while I walk the nature trail near the headquarters.  [He didn't.]
. . . . .The temperature was in the mid-40's this morning, warming for the first time in quite a while into the low 70's by late afternoon.  First thing in the morning the wind was calm, but a southwest wind got up pretty strongly--up to 20 mph, I'd guess--by mid-morning and blew all the rest of the daylight hours.  It's calmed down pretty much now.  Sky was about half cloudy all day.
. . . . .Around 5:30 this afternoon, I took a walk down to the far southern end of the campground, where there is a small stand of huge trees (cottonwoods and black walnuts mostly).  There I found a bird Jim has been trying for years to get decent photos of, the Red-headed Woodpecker.  We have yet to find a nest, and the birds fly all over the place--high in the trees, down to the ground, back and forth in the air flycatching, then way off somewhere else so you lose track of them--frustrating birds.  These were no exception.  I called Jim on our FRS radio, and he brought a chair down to the area and sat there trying to photograph one, but was unsuccessful in even seeing one.  Later in my walk I saw one on the opposite side of the stand of trees, which also disappeared.  I thought it might have flown into a cavity in a tree, so stood there a maybe 10 minutes to see if it would come out, but it didn't.
. . . . .Two new migrants for the trip graced my afternoon, a Catharus thrush (probably Swainson's, but possibly Gray-cheeked; it was a bit too far away to tell) and a Rose-Breasted Grosbeak (beautiful adult male).  But no more warblers.
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. . . . .That south wind blew up a really warm day--high of 86'.  The wind almost died down last night, but was pretty strong all day.  Sky was partly cloudy, and humidity was fairly high.  We have a nice shady site, so we didn't turn on the AC.  Right now it is still 78' outside.
. . . . .We decided to stay in the state park today.  There is a park road that extends about 1.5 miles from our trailer to its end.  About half of it is next to the lake and near small patches of woodland.  Since the lake itself is north-south oriented, I thought maybe those woodlands would serve as a migration corridor and that the south wind might have blown up some birds last night.
. . . . .I was happy to discover that my hopes were realized, albeit in a modest way.  The numbers of Baltimore Orioles, Yellow Warblers, and Warbling Vireos have increased about 10-fold over yesterday.  In addition I saw several new birds for the trip:  Gray Catbird, Black-and-white and Bay-breasted Warbler.  All of the migrants I saw, except for one Orchard Oriole, were males.  Females are known to migrate later and arrive after the males have established territories.
. . . . .In addition, I saw two Bald Eagles circling low overhead--an adult and a 1st year.  I also found a tree which probably has the Red-headed Woodpecker's nest.  Unfortunately it's mighty tall and the lower portion is covered with vines, leaving only the top for drilling.  Several old holes in the treetop were occupied by starlings.  The woodpeckers were foraging at various places, but I didn't see any excavating, nor did Jim, who spent some time watching the area.  At least he finally saw the bird, even though it looks like a hopeless photo subject.
. . . . .As I was walking back to the trailer, I encountered the campground host, whom Jim asked yesterday if he'd seen a Red-headed Woodpecker.  He wondered if we'd found it.  Then the conversation turned to other birds.  He asked if I'd heard the big news that "the Yellow-billed Woodpecker had been found in Arizona."  That drew a blank with me.  So he said, "You know--the bird that hasn't been seen since the 40's."  Then I realized that he meant the Ivory-billed Woodpecker, whose recent rediscovery in Arkansas was in the news.  Then the conversation turned to the "Yellow-winged Cowbird," which is pretty rare around here, but sometimes seen.  When I suggested Yellow-headed Blackbird, it turned out that's what he meant.  We've decided to cease picking the brain of this man about birds.
. . . . .In the late morning, Jim wanted to drive to the nearest town, Rulo, Nebraska, to see if he could buy a newspaper, so I went along, since there was a sign near the state park advertising a grocery store there.  To get there we crossed the Missouri R. on a very rough, very narrow, old bridge.  I hope it's not one of the ones they fear may collapse, but there were no load limits, just a 25-mph speed limit.
. . . . .Rulo itself has a population of 191, and the "grocery" store turned out to be a private butcher operation outside town.  Every business in town seemed to be defunct, although there was a post office.  All the houses were run-down with peeling paint, and one had the most gosh-awful collection of junk all around it that Jim wants to get a picture when we drive through on Sunday.  [He didn't.]  We drove the single block of the main street and the next cross street from the highway was called Rouleau Blvd.  That's obviously where the town's name, Rulo, came from.
. . . . .The afternoon was spent sitting outside and enjoying the balmy day and the trees full of birds, although I didn't add any to the list I got this morning.
. . . . .It's Friday evening, and the campers have been pouring into the campground, although most people are over by the lake.  We do have some people in the site next to us, but they're pretty quiet.  We usually try to avoid a campground by water on weekends, but in this part of the country that's all there is except for city RV parks.
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. . . . .As I reported before, Big Lake is a large oxbow lake formed by the Missouri River.  Lewis and Clark mentioned what was probably this lake in their diary.  Except for the state park land, which occupies about two miles of the east shore, all the rest of the shoreline is lined with vacation homes, which range from tiny, old, and run-down to new and quite nice.  There are no "good" and "bad" neighborhoods, just a mix of various types of housing.  Most are unoccupied and apparently used mainly in the summer.  We've only driven the road on the east side of the lake.  There are a few houses on the east side of the highway, which lack a waterfront location, but most of that land is cornfields, still fallow or just plowed right now.
. . . . .Big Lake State Park is one of those facility-rich parks so common in many eastern states. In addition to the campground, it has motel units, housekeeping cabins, a cafe, swimming pool, boat ramp, and children's playground.  The motel and cabins look very nice.  We ate lunch in the cafe today and it was nicely prepared.  No fancy menu items, just the usual hamburgers, chicken, pizza, salads, etc.

. . . . .Saturday night in the campground:  Since the campground is so open, we've been amusing ourselves this afternoon people-watching.  All the campers seem to be decent folks--no rowdiness or loud music.
. . . . .We now have families with very young children on both sides of us.  On one side, a van just pulled up and unloaded about ten people.  I guess they're here for a visit; wonder how late they'll stay.  So far their conversation is very subdued.  [A half hour later:  guests still here and talk still quiet--amazing!]  Their campfire has been going for a couple of hours, with the smoke blowing right in our window.  But that's my only complaint.
. . . . .Yesterday and today the occupants of one rig on the opposite side of the campground, apparently a man and his teen-age daughter, have been taking turns riding a motor scooter round and round the campground loop.  Jim and I have been counting the laps.  The daughter is maybe 16-18 years old with short, curly hair.  She always sits statue-like on the quiet little vehicle, staring straight ahead with a serious expression on her face and never exceeds the 10 mph speed limit.  It seems almost as if it's a chore she has to perform, but she must be having fun or she wouldn't do it so much.  Dad is very roly-poly, but has the same serious expression as he does his laps, which are also apparently recreational, since there are too many in a row for them to be trips to the john.  He tires of the sport sooner than she does, though.
. . . . .Across the highway behind our campsite is a house whose family "car" seems to be a the cab of a semi truck.  Its owner drives in and out all day on errands of various lengths.  There is also a trailer to go with it parked in the driveway.
. . . . .Every so often a guy (couldn't be a gal!) goes tearing by on the highway in a pickup truck with three huge white dogs in the back.  They're all standing up with their forepaws on the sides or the cab of the truck, and one of them barks the entire time.  We can hear it for a half-mile in each direction as it comes and goes.
. . . . .That's what I have to report based on my observations while sitting outside reading my book.

. . . . .Today it was very windy all day. It was mostly cloudy, so the temperature topped out in the upper 70's.  The wind made birding difficult and recording essentially impossible.  More of the same is forecast for tomorrow.

. . . . .Despite the wind, we still tried to do some birding. We returned to Squaw Creek NWR.  First I walked their very short nature trail along the base of the loess bluff.  Loess (pronounced "lo-ess" by the locals, not the German "löss") is compacted dust that was blown into dunes many centuries ago. It's very soft and sort of like adobe.  Bank Swallows have no trouble excavating holes in the roadcut.
. . . . .We also visited the Jamerson C. McCormack Conservation area, which also preserves a portion of the loess bluff.  It's located west of the NWR entrance and about 3/4 mile east of the junction with SR 111.  The place is poorly labelled, but there is a small parking area.  An old dirt road ascends steeply up the hill. I walked it for a couple hundred yards and took pictures of the habitats.  First the road went through dense, tall forest, then beside very steep slopes covered with tall-grass prairie that looked very mature and high, even though it was last season's grass stems that were visible.  I added several new birds to my trip list:  Wood Thrush in the deep forest, Eastern Towhee in the forest near the edge, Indigo Bunting in brush just outside the forest, and Great Crested Flycatcher toward the top of the hill where the trees next to the prairie aren't so tall.
. . . . .It was around 10:30 when I got back to the truck exhausted from the steep climb;  the descent was OK.  We decided to drive again the first part of the 10-mile tour route in the NWR, where we'd seen the most birds.  Nothing special in the bird line--too windy--but we found an enormous Snapping Turtle out on a log.  It was much bigger than the one we found at Quivira NWR some time back.  Jim took pictures, with another species nearby for size comparison.  (Have yet to figure out what it is, although I did get a digital image of what is probably the same species a couple of days ago.)
. . . . .We exited via the north entrance to the refuge, which goes by an area of shallow water transitioning to mud with emergent vegetation on the far shore about 75 yards away.  Shorebirds were working the mud, but hard to see.  Nothing new, except possibly a Wilson's Snipe, which I couldn't relocate when I got my scope out to check for sure.  It may have been another Long-billed Dowitcher;  I saw several.  Jim wasn't interested in even looking at birds he couldn't photograph. 
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. . . . .Yesterday morning I decided to walk the road at Big Lake SP one more time to see if any different migrants had turned up.  I saw my first American Redstart of the trip.  But there was one sound that drove me crazy all morning.  I knew it was a warbler, but just couldn't get a look at it.  It said "tik-it tik-it tik-it ti-ti-ti-ti-ti..." with the final trill one of those that seems slow enough to count, but isn't.  Once I had a Blackpoll Warbler up in the tree from which the sound was emanating.  But I had just recorded one of these earlierand its song is much higher and otherwise different.  To clinch it,several times I was watching the Blackpoll while hearing the mystery songand its bill and throat were not moving.  The sound came from allsorts of places--thick woods, isolated trees next to the lake, high, low,etc.  I was really mystefied.  Worst of all, I was pretty sureI had heard that song before on some previous trip, but couldn't rememberwhat did it.
.. . . .Finally I heard the song from a single wispy tree and aftera long search finally caught a glimpse of a tiny gray bird with a finebill.  Couldn't see much pattern on it because of the sky background. That did it, though.  It was a Tennessee Warbler.  And the songmatched the description in the National Geographic guide pretty well. Later in the campground, I saw another one equally poorly from where thesong was coming.  So I'm sure the song was from that tiny gray bird. I'll check it against known Tennessees sometime, for I have it on tape. 
.. . . .Females were starting to be seen, but only a few Rose-breastedGrosbeaks, Baltimore Orioles, etc.  Males were still much more common. I also heard my first Least Flycatcher for the trip.
.. . . .Since it was Mother's Day, we decided not to eat lunch onthe road, so had an early one in the trailer and set out for a 55-miledrive to our next stop.  The day was quite warm--probably mid-80'sand rather humid.
.. . . .Our destination was a place for Jim to have another try atGreater Prairie-Chickens.  It was written up in two Nebraska bird-findingbooks:
 .. . . .Knue, Joseph.  1997.  Nebraskaland Magazine "WildlifeViewing Guide." 
 .. . . .Farrar, Jon.  2005.  Nebraskaland Magazine - specialissue on "Birding Nebraska" (Jan.-Feb. issue)  This outstanding bookis much more than a magazine.  Full of wonderful information aboutNebraska's natural history (geology, botany, etc.), the history of birdingin Nebraska, places to bird, and lists of key species at each place. It's illustrated with magnificent color photos and maps throughout.

Both are publishedby the Nebraska Game and Parks Commission, 2200 N. 33rd St., Lincoln, NE68503.  The first one may be out of print, but the second one is brandnew and can be ordered from www.outdoornebraska.org or by phone at 1-800-6325263. Price $12.95 + tax and shipping--a tremendous bargain!  (I have CarolGetz to thank for sharing both publications with me, and I had time toorder my own copy of the recent one before I left home.  They shippedvery promptly.)

.. . . .We headed for Burchard Lake Wildlife Management Area, which"Birding Nebraska" said had primitive camping.  It is located nearthe tiny town of Burchard.  The entrance is reached by turning southoff SR 4 three miles east of where it junctions with SR 99 and turns north. After a mile or two on a paved road, you reach the entrance to the preserve. (I think you can also get there from Burchard by driving east, then north,because one source mentioned it and we saw a fair number of cars on theroad past the area.)
.. . . .I was a bit apprehensive as to how primitive the campingmight be, having visions of bad dirt roads and tent sites only.  Wewere pleasantly surprised to find the access road entirely paved with onlya short dirt loop that was nicely graded.  (Another part of the campgroundhad a bad dirt road, though.)  We're parked in the shade with a beautifulview of a grassy area dotted with trees and with a shrub-lined brook runningthrough it.  A footbridge crosses the brook to the other portion ofthe campground.  Out the other side of our trailer it is more open,and various sparrows, including Harris's and the first Clay-colored ofthe trip were feeding on weed seeds this morning.  Across the countyroad is brushy pasture, and Field Sparrows and Bell's Vireos were singingthere.
.. . . .Best of all, there was no one else in the campground. The one security light isn't working, so it's nice and dark at night. There is a water pump across the footbridge in the other part of the campground,but the sign says it's not potable.
 After a shortrest, we set out to explore the lake.  It's a fishing lake and wildliferefuge, and the campground is in the lowlands below the low dam. It's really a refuge, too, for the entire lake is closed during huntingseason so waterfowl have a place of peace away from hunters--or anyoneelse.
.. . . .The lake is U-shaped (bottom of the U to the east), and apaved, then gravel (good except for occasional potholes), road goes mostof the way around it.  The surroundings are quite beautiful, withscattered trees, and a mixture of prairie and hay.  Why they can'tmake the whole thing prairie is a puzzle to me.  I supposed they sellthe hay to support the refuge, but don't really know.  We've seenno sign of anyone in charge of the place--only a crew with some strangebig machinery fixing something this morning.  Incidentally, campingis free here--14 day limit, but that's no problem for us;  we rarelystay anywhere that long.
.. . . .On the patches of prairie beside the road we found some ofthe special birds of that habitat:  Grasshopper Sparrow, Dickcissel,Eastern Meadowlark, Bobolink.  The Prairie-Chicken lek is atop thehill in the center of the U, and there are signs along the road tellingyou where to walk up, although there are no maintained trails.  Twoblinds have been placed on the edges of the lek, one north-facing, theother south-facing.  Jim was really irritated that they didn't haveone west-facing with its back to the morning sun.
.. . . .The literature says Henslow's Sparrows are in the park, probablywhere the lek is, but I didn't go up there.  (Jim can't hear them.) We have such good photos and recordings from Taberville Prairie that Ididn't try to find them here and was too lazy to hike up the hill on littleor no trail.
.. . . .This morning Jim arose at 4:30 and got into the north-facingblind.  About a dozen or so males and one female were displaying,but at least 100 yards from the blind.  The other blind would havebeen even farther away.  He finally decided to shoot a desperationshot in order to be able to say he'd photographed the species, but whenhe raised his camera to the opening in the blind, they all flew away. The sun was shining into the blind, which didn't help.  He's readyto give up on the Greater Prairie-Chicken, which seems to be much warierthan the Lesser.  People wanting to merely see the birds and who havescopes because of the great distance, could do nicely here, provided theyhad their scope placed in the window of the blind before it got light.
.. . . .I decided to forego the chickens and sleep in.  I awokehim when the alarm clock went off because he can't hear it, then went backto sleep.  I awoke briefly to the dawn chorus at 5:30, then decidedto sleep some more.  I had just gotten up and was whipping up somepancake batter when he got back around 6:45.  That's the latest I'veslept in on the entire trip. 
.. . . .I'm always looking for shorebirds.  The place we sawthe most was where the refuge road crosses the creek that enters the lakeat the west end of the north fork of the U.  Although the numberswere small, I did see a good variety:  Greater and Lesser Yellowlegs;Baird's, Semipalmated, and Least Sandpipers; Wilson's Phalarope--all yesterday. Today the Semipalmated Sandpiper and Wilson's Phalarope were gone, butseveral Pectorals had come in.
.. . . .Killeer were everywhere, and today when we drove to the parkinglot and turnaround at the end of the road at the top of the south sideof the U, one was doing a broken-wing act right outside the truck window. Jim blazed away and probably shot 2/3 of a roll.  With the elevationof the truck window, he really had a good angle to show that rufous rumpand uppertail.  It was sort of shady there, but he doesn't think thatwill be a problem.  We had just turned the truck around where thebird was displaying and hope we didn't squash the nest.  We got outafter the birds (there were two, but only one displaying) had tried tolead us away and looked around for it, but couldn't see it.  Maybeinstead of a nest there was a chick hiding in the shrubs, but we didn'tfind it. 
.. . . .Last evening we a dramatic thunderstorm.  After it wasover there was a dramatic sunset--entirely gold, no reds, but it lit upalmost the entire sky.  Jim went up to the viewpoint by the dam andtook some pictures of it.  This morning dawned totally clear, andwe've had just a few clouds all day.  Much cooler--high in the mid-70's.
.. . . .This really is a nice place to camp and bird--very pretty,totally private, and my list has 51 species on it.  The rest of thebirds are common ones that I've been seeing most places.
.. . . .Across the road from the entrance to the refuge is a pasturewith grazing bison.  A sign facing the exit says:  TegtmeierBuffalo.  Steaks, ground, jerky.  Delivered to your campsite. Call [2 numbers listed].  I might have been tempted, but our cellphone didn't work there.

.. . . .Today we headed westward and drove about 125 miles. I wanted to spend some time birding the Rainwater Basin, a section of south-centralNE with many pothole lakes.  These are not glacial like those farthernorth.  "Birding Nebraska" 
(p. 66) says, “The Rainwater Basin is geologically young and has not developed a systemof streams to drain surface water.  Runoff gathers in shallow basinsas small lakes, marshes and sheet water in fields.  Once there werenearly 4,000 major wetlands notaling nearly 100,000 acres in the 4,200square-mile, 17-county region.  Today fewer than 400 remain."
.. . . ."The origin of the Rainwater Basin's wetlands has long beenthe subject of speculation.  Most researchers believe wind scouredshallow depressions when vegetation lost its grip during arid periods andthe soil surface was broken by disturbances such as wallowing buffalo. Radiocarbon dating indicates the basins were created near the end of theIce Age, 20,000 to 25,000 years ago, but might have been enlarged and newones created as recently as 3,000 years ago.  Over thousands of years,minute clay particles accumulated in the bottoms of the basins, effectivelysealing them and preventing standing water from seeping away. . . Wetlandsof this type are called playa wetlands." 
.. . . .In the early days, farmers just farmed around the basins,but now ways of draining them have been developed, and today most of themare just farmland.
.. . . .On our way we stopped at Homestead National Monument, devotedto interpreting the homestead period in the US.  The Homestead Actwas passed in 1862 and took effect Jan. 1, 1863, after the Confederacyhad withdrawn from the union.  Southerners opposed it because theydidn't want small farmers, who would be opposed to slavery, settling thewest.  It really took off after the Civil War was over.  Themonument is on the site of what was probably the very first homestead filed. The man who filed it had a wife who was 17 years younger than he, and shelived until 1931 on the same land her husband had filed on Jan. 1, 1863,just a few minutes after midnight.  The man was a scout for the UnionArmy in the Civil War and had orders to be back on duty by the end of theday Jan. 2, so the land office agent issued him his papers on New YearsDay, when the office was officially closed, but the law was in effect. The monument was established in 1936, only a few years after his widow'sdeath. 
.. . . .There is an interesting visitors center with a very welldone 17-min video on the history of homesteading in the US, both good andbad features.  There are also displays of tools that men and womenwould have used.  Curiously enough, the 160 acres of this originalhomestead is being converted back to the tall-grass prairie from whichit came as a way of demonstrating what the homesteaders started with. There are nature trails through the prairie, but we've been in severalother prairies and didn't do any of these.  Besides, there was someincredibly noisy road equipment working right next to the site.
.. . . .After visiting the monument we backtracked to the Chamberof Commerce Visitors Center in the city of Beatrice (pronounced bee-AT-riss). I needed an atlas to the wildlife protection sites in Nebraska, publishedby the same agency that put out the birding guides.  The guides recommmendedgetting it.  The thing is essentially a road map of the entire state,but the print is incredibly tiny.  Fortunately I have a magnifyingglass.
.. . . .We selected Crystal Lake State Recreation Area as a campgroundnot for its birds, but for its proximity to a number of rainwater basins. Unfortunately it's 25 miles from the closest one, but there isn't muchin this area.  It's listed in Trailer Life Guide as having electrichook-ups only, and we wondered if there would be any water at all. We found that two sites actually had water hookups and that there are waterfaucets elsewhere on the grounds.  No dump station, but sign saysthere's one behind the fire station in Ayr, which is only 2 miles away. Don't know where the fire station is yet, but the town only has a populationof 101, so we probably can find it.  The campground is just a biggrassy lawn dotted with Eastern Cottonwood trees.  We're under anenormous one, which must have a six-foot trunk diameter.  Around theedges there is riparian woodland.  Crystal Lake itself is a smallfishing pond with no shoreline to speak of and no shorebirds.
.. . . .It got up to a muggy 89’ today, so we were content to justsit around when we got here and settled around 3:30.  There are supposedto be thunder storms tonight (I'm seeing lightning occasionally now) until1:00 am and then cool off for the next week or so, according to weather-radiofrom Hastings, which is only 11 miles north of here.  (We carry aWeatheRadio from Radio Shack. It only tunes in the government weather stationsand is rather handy when we're in range of a signal.)
.. . . .Better quit this writing and try to decipher the small typeon that map of the basins we want to find tomorrow.  I have hopesof finding a Buff-breasted Sandpiper in this area.  There are only15,000 of these birds in the world, but they all come through this areaaround May 10-15, according to what I've read.  We're here at theright time.

.. . . .We awoke to cloudy weather with a borderline drizzle. WeatheRadio said it would probably lead up to a few thunder storms after3:00 pm, but that they should not be severe because the clouds were thin. 
.. . . .Because of the threat of rain, Jim decided to take the truckto Hastings 11 miles away for routine service.  The "Service EngineSoon" light has been coming on intermittently for a week or so.  Hewas gone most of the morning.  He tried to call me on the cell phone,but the service here is borderline and so he never got through, althoughI got the phone number he was calling from and tried to call him back whenthe signal got better.  Of course, by then he had left the phone. It turned out it was just as well he didn't get through, for at that timeit looked as though the truck was just sitting there and the job mighttake all day.  Even though I had not received his call, I figuredthat was probably what he was trying to tell me and didn't expect him fora while.
.. . . .Then around 11:30 Charlie jumped up on the back of the couchand started sitting up and waving his paws.  I told him he was sillyand should settle down.  Jim wasn't coming for a while.  Buthe was right. That little dog's hearing is incredibly acute.  He hadheard the sound of our truck engine from way beyond a line of trees 100yards away.
.. . . .While Jim was gone I took a walk around the grounds of thispark.  My list is up to about 25 species, including Northern Bobwhite,a species about which there is concern due to habitat loss.  It likesthe same type of brushy prairie that Field Sparrow, also a species of concern,does.
.. . . .I also learned the history of Crystal Lake from a state historicmarker in the park.  The Little Blue River was dammed in 1893 fora huge icemaking operation.  When the "lake" froze over in the winter,men with huge saws would saw it up into chunks for people's iceboxes. When well insulated and stored in bulk, it would last all summer. Ice was shipped by train all over this part of the country.  The companywent out of business in the 1920s when refrigeration came in.  Thenthe area became a private recreation park.  Finally the state acquiredit in the 1930s and the CCC built some picnic shelters that are still inexistence today.
.. . . .Around noon the weather was pretty nice and it looked asthough we might be able to take a drive to some of the Rainwater Basin'swetland preserves later in the afternoon.  But were we wrong!
.. . . .Around 3:00 it started to rain.  Then it rained somemore—really hard thunder showers.  Then a bit of hail.  Thenmore—some as large as 3/4 inch in diameter.  I got alarmed and turnedon the WeatheRadio around 4:15.  I listened to the weather info, whichwas more alarming than what had been on in the morning and was all aboutsevere thunder storms and hail just like we were having.  So I turnedoff the sound, but left the radio in its alarm mode, since there were severeweather watches in effect.  Alarm mode means there's a loud tone tellingyou when there's a severe weather warning and you can turn on the talkand hear what it is. 
.. . . .I had no sooner turned it to that mode when the alarm sounded. I hit the "weather info." button and heard, "The National Weather Servicein Hastings has issued a tornado warning for Adams County, and it shouldreach Ayr around 4:35.  By then it was 4:25.  We had decidedthat the picnic shelter would be the best place to be in a tornado, sosnatched Charlie, a raincoat, and the WeatherRadio and headed out the doorof the trailer.
.. . . .Just then a truck screamed to a stop.  It was a manfrom the Ayr Volunteer Fire Department.  He told us we should go tothe fire station two miles away, then headed off so fast we wondered ifwe could find the fire station before it was too late.  It turnedout to be easy.  The station really didn't look much more secure thanthe picnic shelter, but it was comforting to have the half-dozen guys around. The firefighters are also trained tornado spotters and several of themwere standing in the road out front of the station carefully watching thewall cloud south of town.  At that time it was not raining, althoughit did from time to time while we were there.
.. . . .Jim, of course, was out in front of the firestation withthe spotters ready with his camera to photograph the funnel cloud justbefore he had to dive for cover.  Fortunately the swirling in thecloud that the Doppler Radar had detected did not develop into a tornado. Jim did get pictures of the wall cloud with his film camera, then wentback to the truck to get his digital—and discovered he'd locked his keysin the truck when he got his other camera out.  In the haste of leaving,I had not picked up mine, so they were in the trailer. 
.. . . .One of the firemen had to bring Jim back to the trailer totry to get in and obtain my keys.  We thought he could just raisethe window by the dinette, which doesn't lock very well and reach aroundand unlock the door from the inside.  It turned out the window locksbetter than we thought and it wouldn't budge.  He went around andtried the much smaller window on the opposite side of the trailer and fortunatelyit was not locked.  But the open portion of the window is only abouta foot high, a tight squeeze for big Jim.  Fortunately the young firemanwas really slight, so he climbed up and with a push from Jim got throughtthe opening and onto the couch, then  unlocked the door.
.. . . .In his haste to be off Jim had not listened carefully whenI told him the two possible places where my keys might be, so he couldn'tfind them.  The young man had to take me back to get them.  Bythe time all this had occurred, it was 5:30 and the tornado warning hadexpired.  But there were others in the area, including another in the northeastern portion of our county.  Since all this weather seemsto be moving from southwest to northeast, we decided not to wait untilit expired and returned to the trailer.
.. . . .While in the fire station, they turned the TV on for me towatch what was happening around the area, including nice Doppler Radarimages of where the severe weather was.  The NET (Nebraska PublicTV) station was really doing a good job.  What really frightened mewas to learn that hail the size of baseballs had broken all the windowsin Hastings Community College.  I really worry about the flimsy ventcovers in our trailer in any kind of hail.  I think the fact thatwe're partially under that big cottonwood tree may have broken the fallof some of the smaller hail we had, for so far we only are getting waterleaking in around some of our window frames.  Jim will have to caulkthem when things dry out. 
.. . . .After all this, we were both nervous wrecks.  We'reCalifornians and tornado watches and huge hailstones are not things we'reused to.  I've had the WeatherRadio on ever since we got back, andthe alarm goes off every few minutes.  Fortunately the new warningsare for severe thunder storms and flash-flooding north and east of us. 
I hope the worst haspassed us here.  They're still forecasting heavy rain and flash-floodingall night long throughout the area, though.
.. . . .I forgot to mention that when the fireman brought me backto get the keys, he pulled up right in front of the trailer—and got stuckin the mud.  He made a huge rut trying to get out.  How are wegoing to haul the trailer out of this site?  I guess we'll have tostay in the area a few days and hope it dries out.  I don't thinkwe dare drive any of those gravel roads that go by the wildlife refugeseither.  Maybe we'll visit the nice, safe museum in Hastings. I think I've been to it before, but AAA recommends it highly and I coulduse something unstressful.  Jim just wants to shoot birds.  Heput out a water drip this morning, but I doubt it'll attract much afterthe "water drip" we've just endured.

.. . . .We came to the Rainwater Basin, but we didn't expect thepowers above to fill it to the brim in one night!  According to reports,six to twelve inches fell in this area, depending on where the thundershowers hit.  I'm sure we had at least six.
.. . . .Jim went to bed, but I stayed up and kept the WeatherRadioon until around 1:00 am because the county we were in was under a tornadowatch until 5:00 am.  I activated the alarm feature so I wouldn'thave to listen to the same things over and over.  But every 5 to 30minutes that extremely loud alternating two-tone alarm sound jolted meto attention.  After our tornado warning, all of the other reportswere for severe thunder storms or flooding.  The thunder storms wereforecast to be capable of generating hail the size of baseballs and windsof 60 or 80 mph, and judging by the damage reported, they were doing justthat.  The county we were in had one or two more warnings, but inthe north part, maybe 12-15 miles from us. We did have a lot of strongwind that shook the trailer and one more cloudburst around 1:00 am. That got Jim up to find out what I'd been learning.  He decided thathe'd better get dressed in case we got a warning here, but we didn't. We sat around til the rain stopped, and then the wind even died down. Despite the fact that the tornado watch was still in effect, we figuredthere was probably no danger.  All of the warnings were now for placesat least 40 miles north or east of here.  So around 2:00 we went tobed, me for the first time.
.. . . .Jim got up at his usual time, but I decided to sleep in anddidn't get up until 7:00, late for me.
.. . . .When we looked outside, we saw a quagmire in front of thetrailer.  How were we going to haul it out?  At that time theywere forecasting a possible repeat tonight of last night's scenario—pluswe're pretty near a river that could conceivably overflow its banks. We wanted to be able to get out of here on short notice, trailer and all. Jim was afraid that he couldn't haul the trailer out with the Suburbanwithout getting both it and the truck stuck in the mud.  If the truckwas stuck, we'd not be able to phone for help.  Our cell phone doesn'twork here, but we discovered that it did about four miles away on a mainhighway.  There we called AAA, with which we have emergency roadsideservice for both the truck and trailer (we pay extra for trailer). Of course the tow-trucks were working overtime.  The tow-truck firm'sdispatcher said she'd worked all night and was still on duty.  Butshe still had time for a bit of small talk about what these people fromCalifornia were doing here in an obscure park in rural Nebraska. Since we were in no particular hurry to be hauled out, so long as the rainsheld off, we agreed they could come in the afternoon.
.. . . .Since the rural byways we want to explore seemed very iffy,I decided to visit the museum in Hastings.  It's an old-fashionedmuseum with beautiful dioramas of natural history subjects, including somelarge mammals and even a California Condor.  (It's the principal museumbetween Chicago and Denver for that kind of thing.)  They also hadmany mounted specimens of birds, probably all that had occurred in NE,for there were places in the cases for future acquisitions.  I wasamazed to see Carolina Parakeet, Passenger Pigeon, and Eskimo Curlew amongthe specimens.
.. . . .There were lots of other kinds of displays—Indians, earlysettlers, rocks and mineral, insects, you name it.  An extensive featurewas on the man who invented and marketed Kool-Aid.  He grew up inHastings, but it seemed much ado about nothing to me.  It was allsort of interesting, but also kind of depressing:  No bright interactiveexhibits.  Dark halls, even some lugubrious funereal background music,and all those dead animals and birds, which I'd rather have seen out inthe field living their lives.  I think I was in a poor mood becauseof the depressing night I'd just experienced.  Maybe another timeI'd have enjoyed it more.  It really is a fine old-school museum.
.. . . .After lunch I collapsed for a two-hour nap and awoke feelingmuch more cheerful.  The man with the tow-truck didn't arrive until6:00, when we were about to give up on him.  In his presence, Jimtried backing the truck up to the trailer to hook up and see if he couldpull it out.  He couldn't even back it up all the way without spinninghis wheels.  So the huge tow-truck hooked up the trailer and hauledit out onto the gravel park road, and Jim handled it from there. Jim and I had sort of worried we might be calling the towtruck unnecessarilyand look foolish, so we were rather glad it turned out that we really didneed it.
.. . . .After we were hooked up, we decided to take it down to thefire station, where the dump station is, then come back and fill it upwith water and select a different site.  Since the only other sitewith water was taken, we took a dry site, but we do have electricity. This time we chose one that seemed fairly high and that had a fair amountof gravel in it.  (None of them have very much.)  And we onlybacked the trailer in far enough to get the tongue off the road, leavingthe truck wheels on the road.  When we hook up, we'll simply haveto block the road for that period of time.  Since there are only usand one other RV here, it won't be a serious problem.
.. . . .It was 7:30 after all that, so I thawed something quick andsimple in the microwave for dinner.  (I had been going to make a tunacasserole.)
.. . . .I'm afraid our plans to see the refuges in the RainwaterBasin are not going to be fulfilled.  Every field has a rainwaterbasin in it from last night's torrents, and I'm sure the roads to the morepermanent ones will be impassable.  Besides the migrating shorebirdsdon't have to go to them.  They are probably spread out all over theentire countryside. 
.. . . .Despite all the other puddles, Jim was getting a few nicebirds at his water drip and birdseed today, including "Yellow-shafted"Flicker, Hairy Woodpecker (first for trip) and a Rose-breasted Grosbeakthat almost came down—plus a lot of Chipping Sparrows.  He hated toclose down that operation, but we're at the opposite corner of the grassycamping area.
.. . . .I guess we'll stay around here tomorrow morning.  Thereare still portions of the park I've not birded. Then the following daymaybe we can drive some of the paved back roads in the area and see ifwe see any interesting shorebirds at the flooded fields. 
.. . . .The possible rain for this evening has not materialized,although the sky at sunset was still mostly cloudy.  Forecast forthe next few days sounds pretty good— cool, cloudy, only 20% chance ofthunder showers.

.. . . .It may have been Friday, the thirteenth, but it was justa nice uneventful day for us.  It was mostly cloudy until late afternoon,when it changed to a mix of puffy clouds and blue sky, ending with a beautifulsunset.  Temperature topped at 60’. 
.. . . .Jim spent the day in his blind at the muddy site we vacatedat the opposite corner of the campground.  He didn't get anythingunusual, but enough regular species to keep things interesting—includinga female Indigo Bunting.  He was puzzled for a while by some PineSiskins, which seemed to lack any yellow on them, and thought they wereunusually tiny House Finches.  Then he looked at their bills and realizedwhat he had.  Hope he got pictures showing no yellow, so I can usethem in a workshop, for it's a common confusion.  He did see a redmale finch, which was probably House, although Purple is also a possibility. A Purple would be migrating north a little west of its normal route. House Finches are uncommon in this area, which is in the zone between wherewestern House Finches are spreading east and those that were introducedin New York are spreading west.  They've practically met now. House Finches are nonmigratory in the traditional sense.
 There was onlya slight breeze, so I spent a couple of hours this morning out recording. My main complaint was too many birds all singing at once—no solos possible. The closest I came was a long rendition from a Brown Thrasher.  Iwas amazed at its repertoire of crisp phrases, almost every one utteredtwice.  Coincidentally, this afternoon I was reading "Nature's Music,"a comprehensive new book on bird sounds that was put together as a tributeto the late Luis Baptista.  In Chapter 1, the information was giventhat the Brown Thrasher has the greatest repertoire of song motifs in theworld.  Over 2000 have been identified from a single individual.
.. . . .The only other really interesting sound was a Northern Waterthrush. I hadn't heard one for some time, so had to use playback to find out whatit was.  Fortunately it did some nice fly-by's so I could identifyit.  The recording isn't great, though—too much competition.
.. . . .The rest of the day I just relaxed in the nice warm trailer,reading and embroidering and watching the birds out the window.  Ournew campsite is near a line of swampy trees, and a brushy prairie areais close by.  Jim's feeding operation outside our trailer was drawingonly Blue Jays and Chipping Sparrows.  Actually we don't often attractBlue Jays, even though they're a pretty common bird.  This time apair of them hauled off Magic Meal all day long. 
.. . . .It was nice to have a day to decompress after the excitementof a couple of nights ago.  Tonight on TV we saw more evidence ofthe damage the hail storms did and were again thankful we were spared. The forecast is for no rain in the forseeable future.  Good!

.. . . .A clear, cold, blustery day.  I don't think thetemperature got out of the 50's, and the wind this morning was a steady20 mph out of the north.  We were glad Jim did his blind work yesterday. The temperature was just as cold then, but there was little wind.
.. . . .I decided I had to see if I could find the Buff-breastedSandpiper, which I had my heart set on finding in the Rainwater Basin. This bird is reputed to feed on recently plowed fields in the daytime andthen go to the shores of a basin in the late afternoon to drink. Unfortunately, after Wednesday's deluge, no one is plowing because thefields are too muddy.  Also, there are rainwater basins in fieldseverywhere on this undulating prairie, so things didn't look very promising.
.. . . .I charted a course which went by a number of stateWaterfowl Production Areas (WPA).  Isn't that a disgusting name? Of course, they really are producing ducks, just as the farmers producehogs, cattle, and chickens.  Only these ducks will be shot by "sportsmen"instead of sent to slaughterhouses.  The route I used was the onerecommended in the NEBRASKAland Magazine Wildlife Viewing Guide by JosephKnue (1997), one in the series of Falcon Guides on the various states. This tour is on p. 40 of the book, but there it is difficult to determinewhat roads are intended.  Fortunately I had obtained the "CRP - ManagementAccess Program Atlas," a joint publication of the Nebraska Game and ParksCommission and Pheasants Forever, a copy of which I had obtained from theChamber of Commerce in Beatrice.  In it are all the rural roads inthe state, county by county.  It gives the condition of each road--gravel,graded dirt, barely perceptible, etc.  The type is incredibly small,so even a person with normal eyesight has to use a magnifying glass. Fortunately I have a nice one.  With it in hand, I felt confidentventuring forth on the gravel roads, which are easy to follow, for thewhole countryside is laid out in mile-square blocks.  It's just thatsome of the boundaries lack roads, or have only dirt roads.  Basedon our experience in the campground after the rain, I knew I had to stickto gravel.
.. . . .We drove south to Ayr first to check our PocketMailat the payphone.  No sooner had we left the campground when we encounteredour first partly flooded, newly planted cornfield.  And it was alivewith sandpipers:  Greater and Lesser Yellowlegs; Semipalmated, Least,Spotted, and (new for the trip) one Stilt sandpiper.  I was thrilledand had high hopes for the rest of the morning.  Because of the light,we drove east about 40 miles on paved SR 74, then turned north at Shickleyin Fillmore Co. to drive mainly back westward on various gravel roads thatpassed near 5 to 10 rainwater basins.  The gravel roads are very goodand well graded, actually smoother than some of the paved ones.  They'realso nice and wide, so we could stop anywhere.  I think in the courseof our drive we encountered only 2 or 3 vehicles, probably because thefarmers are waiting for their fields to dry out before doing any work.
.. . . .We took it very slowly, perusing every fallow, newlyplowed, and just sprouting cornfield, looking for the elusive Buff-breastedSandpiper.  It's colored about like a Mountain Plover, for those whoknow how hard that bird is to spot on a bare field.  Whenever we cameto a flooded area, we perused that for other shorebirds.  What didwe find?  Upland Sandpipers in two places (a total of five, new forthe trip) and no other sandpipers of any kind.  That bonanza justoutside the campground had been a fluke. 
.. . . .We did have a consolation prize, however.  Twodifferent places we encountered Krider's Red-tailed Hawks resting in fieldsnear the road, and Jim got a somewhat distant picture of an adult and acloser and better-lit one of an immature.  They're in migration thisfar south and may have been too tired to move away from our stopped vehicle. They had been bucking that cold north wind.  Actually, we really don'tknow why they didn't fly away. 
.. . . .Most of the WMAs were totally flooded with no bareshoreline, just grasses, and the edge of the visible water was far awayacross the gently sloping surrounding prairie.  Only one place, MogerWMA, was the marsh close enough to the road for us to see any birds. There we encountered Black-crowned Night-Herons and Black Terns.
.. . . .At one place, Jim had me stop the truck (I was driving)because he thought he saw a woodpecker on a utility pole far from any trees. I thought he was crazy and, of course, it played hide-and-seek, as woodpeckersdo, but finally hopped up on top of it long enough for us to identify it,then flew off.  It was a Red-headed.  I always thought they werein open woodland with lots of tall trees.  That utility pole was apoor excuse for a tree.  A few minutes earlier, I had thought I sawa pair in two moderate sized trees all by themselves beside the road (probablyin a place where there used to be a house).  Jim thought I must havebeen wrong, and I halfway did, too, but I guess now I wasn't.  Weboth really learned something about the versatility of that bird. Of course, it does engage in aerial flycatching like an Acorn or a Lewis's. [Later I looked at the range map of the species and discovered that it'squite migratory.  Although we were in the all-year range of the bird,many of them move considerably farther north.  We very likely sawmigrants.]
.. . . .It was 12:30 when we finally came out onto a pavedroad two miles south of the tiny county seat, Clay Center.  So wedrove up and had hamburgers at the only cafe in town, Daddy's Diner, thenback to the trailer.
.. . . .Later this afternoon, the wind had died down somewhat. Jim pulled the truck up near his feeding and watering station and photographedBlue Jays out its window for a couple of hours.  The truck was considerablywarmer than the blind, and the jays paid no attention to him or his flash.
.. . . .I hate to give up, but it just doesn't look like apromising year to see a Buff-breasted Sandpiper.  We're planning todrive 200+ miles west tomorrow, out of the narrow spring migration corridorof that rare (only 15,000 in existence) bird.  I just don't want arepeat of this morning's fruitless search, and Jim wants it even less thanI.

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.. . . .Not too much of interest the last two days. Yesterday we drove westward about 220 miles.  We had a choice of afaster and 10-to-15-mile shorter route via the freeway, but elected totake back roads that parallel the freeway 15 to 40 miles south of it. 
 Nebraska roads are mostly pretty good.  Onlyin towns and in Lincoln County yesterday have we consistently encounteredrough going.  We have no real complaint about the roads anywhere exceptOklahoma.  They're generally awful—narrow and rough.  Freewaysare another story, although the one we took in Missouri wasn't too bad. They make them out of concrete and most road contractors seem unable tomake a concrete road that is smooth even on the day it opens.
.. . . .As we moved westward, we saw more and more irrigationwith huge overhead sprinklers that pivot around a central source of water. This is very wasteful of water because of evaporation, but how else cana cornfield be watered?  They're necessary for wheat, too, but wedidn't see much of that.  I read that only within a hundred milesor so of the eastern border of Nebraska is there enough rain to make growingcorn without irrigation economically feasible.  Wheat is what shouldbe grown west of there, since it requires less water.  However, cornbrings in more money.  It's used to feed cattle and hogs, and nowadaysis an increasingly important component in automotive fuel.  So wesave our petroleum by replacing some of it with ethanol, but mine the aquifersfor water to grow the corn.  Does that make sense?  Many aquifersare being drawn down alarmingly.
.. . . .We saw some wheat farming as we approached our destination,but more cattle grazing.  I guess the wheat is mostly grown northof where we were in southern Nebraska.  We've seen lots of it in theDakotas and Canada's prairie provinces.
.. . . .We're camped beside Lake Ogallala, which is actuallythe borrow pit for the Kingsley Dam.  This dam was constructed in1937-1941 and the reservoir behind it is called Lake McConaughy. (One of my pet peeves is calling reservoirs "lakes.")  Lake McConaughyis the largest and deepest body of water in Nebraska.  Both Kingsleyand McConaughy were 1930s politicians in central Nebraska who worked hardto get the federal government to dam the North Platte River so they couldhave water to irrigate the fields in their area. 
 .. . . .his area is supposed to be one of the best birdingareas in Nebraska, because eastern, western, and water birds are all foundhere.  Some really rare (for mid-continent) deep-water species (gulls,pelagic species, etc.) have occurred here.  We haven't found muchof interest in the campground, which has trees only and no shrubs. The trees have all been planted, so the place is sort of like a city park. Birds are just the most common ones.  We have yet to explore the areasrecommended in the birding literature.  Had to do necessities in townthis morning (laundry, shopping, car-washing, etc.)
.. . . .This afternoon I drove to the nearby visitors centerfor the dam and the state recreation areas that occupy much of its shoreline. Displays were mildly interesting, but there I learned about the reasonsfor the dam and more than I was interested in about how it was constructed. I did pick up a lot of brochures on places around here and also on otherSRAs we may visit.  Also got a birdlist for the area, but it's flawed: Although it does list the species month-by-month, it gives no indicationof how abundant they are.  You can't tell if there's just one recordor if there's likely to be one in every tree.
.. . . .On the way back I stopped at the spillway overlookat the south end of the dam.  This is where Bald Eagles are quitea spectacle in the wintertime, but today it was Cliff Swallows.  Icouldn't see that they were nesting under any of the dam structures, butwhen I walked over to the opposite edge of the parking lot, I discoveredthat they were nesting under an overhang in the cliff—only the 2nd timeI've ever seen Cliff Swallows on cliffs.  (The other place was atBaldwin Lake in the San Bernardino Mtns. before it dried up.)  Theoverhang was far above the water level, but based on the high-water lineall around, it must have resulted when high water a number of years agoundercut the soft cliff.  I don't know where they're getting theirmud.
.. . . .Temperatures are quite mild.  Today was mostlycloudy with a high of 83’.  There's a chance of thunder showers tonight,but I don't think they're supposed to amount to much.  Despite theovercast and thunder threat, it doesn't seem as humid here as it did underthe same conditions farther east.  Breeze was fairly light today,and this campground is rather sheltered by the dam and by all the trees. A pleasant day to sit outdoors.

.. . . .Not too much of interest today either.  We setout first thing in the morning to explore the north side of Lake McConaughy,which is all a SRA, too.  There are a couple of developed campgroundsthere, one with electric and another with full hookups.  We wantedto check out the c.. . . .The habitat there is broad, sandy beaches and manyinlets.  The lake is much below its "bathtub ring."  Roads leaddown to the beaches, but I'm always hesitant to drive on sand, even ifthere are tire tracks leading onto it.  A few endangered Snowy Ploversand Least Terns nest there, but I didn't want to see them badly enoughto walk or drive down there.  The SRA road parallels the main road,SR 92, and winds around past various parking lots, campgrounds (mostlyprimitive), and beach access roads.  I guess this place is a zoo inthe summertime, but today it was nearly deserted.  In between developedfeatures there are groves of cottonwoods and junipers, which seem to havebeen planted.  The cottonwoods are quite large, but many of them seemdead or dying, probably due to the drought that has plagued this area forseveral years.
.. . . .We stopped in one parking lot to read the bulletinboard and discovered one of Jim's target birds, a Red-headed Woodpecker,atop a post next to the public telephone.  Jim could have photographedit out the window, except his camera was in the back seat.  So I drovearound a short loop, during which he got the camera out.  But the bird flew into the nearby cottonwoods just as we approached.  We sawwhere it went, and Jim walked over there and discovered a hole near thetop of a broken-off cottonwood.  This hole wasn't as high as mostof the Red-headed Woodpecker nest cavities we've seen, but according toKaufman's Lives of North American Birds, they sometimes nest quite nearthe ground.  The bird seemed to have flown into the hole.  Jimwanted to spend some time there and see if it was an actual nest, so hegot out his tripod and assumed guard a discreet distance away.  Incubatingwoodpeckers sometimes spend an hour or longer in their nests before emerging,but he was prepared to wait as long as it took... . . .
.. . . .I left him standing there and drove off to check theother campgrounds.  I found them to be in open grassy fields withjust a single young cottonwood in each site—not nearly as nice as wherewe are.  I think we'll not move.  We have to stay here a dayor two longer to await a package.
.. . . .When I returned, I took a short walk from where hewas and recorded some songs of Baltimore Orioles and Western Meadowlarks. They'll be unremarkable because there was a pretty good breeze rustlingnoisy cottonwood leaves by then.  Jim told me I really didn't haveto hang around and could go do what I wanted;  he was determined tostick it out until noon.  I hated to leave him, but couldn't see spendingthree more hours waiting in the truck while he waited at that cavity. So I came back to the trailer and washed Charlie and baked a Mrs. Smith'spie.  I went back and picked him up at noon.
.. . . .It turned out that he had never seen the Red-headedWoodpecker again.  Worse luck.  We see all those wonderful close-upsof the bird in publications, but have yet to have one allow that kind ofclose approach by us.
.. . . .While he was waiting, he caught sight of a flickerat a hole near the top of another steep, broken-off limb.  The birdhad a black moustache, so was probably a Yellow-shafted, but might havebeen an intergrade.  Jim couldn't see it well enough to determineany other field marks, and besides, he's not up on all the distinctionsbetween the two forms.  He really couldn't photograph it because hewould have to have aimed his camera up at a 70’ angle.  So he didn'twatch it much, devoting his attention to the possible Red-headed Woodpecker.
.. . . .The thing that he enjoyed the most about his vigilwas watching a pair of courting(?) Orchard Orioles.  On three differentoccasions, he saw the male flying along slowly about eight feet above theground, fluttering its wings in an exaggerated fashion.  The femaleflutteed along about ten feet behind him.  They flew at least sixtyfeet in this fashion before disappearing from view in the trees. He was surprised to see the female following the male, instead of the malechasing the female, as is the case with most Icterids. 
.. . . .Around noon the wind got up strongly, and blew intermittentlyhard and harder all afternoon.  According to WeatherRadio, it gotas strong as 30 mph in Ogallala.  Although the temperatures were delightful(mid-70's), the wind kept me indoors all afternoon.  There was a threatof severe thunderstorms for a while, but they cancelled it for this county. However, we've had a little thunder and lightning and a minute amount ofrain.
.. . . .The wind has now nearly died down;  the fronthas passed, I guess.  It's supposed to be somewhat cooler tomorrow,but not the bitter cold we've had so much of.
.. . . .We've been getting lousy TV reception throughout thetrip, and finally decided after a bit of experimentation that something'swrong either with our power antenna or with the connections.  Jimtried to check the connections by climbing up on the roof of the trailervia the truck roof (I can't watch him do that!), but it didn't do any good. So this afternoon he drove to a nearby RV repair facility and made an appointmentto take it in tomorrow morning at 8:30. (We couldn't call, for our cellphonedoesn't work down here behind the dam.)  There goes another morningof birding, but it can't be helped.  We'd really like to be able toget some TV.  We're quite out of touch with what's happening. An occasional newspaper is all we get.
.. . . .We still haven't visited any of the places aroundhere that seem to have the best potential for May birding. 

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.. . . .Yesterday was a beautiful, clear day, which startedout chilly, but ended up in the mid-70's.  Fairly windy in the morning,but much calmer in the afternoon.  It would have been a great morningto go birding, but we had that appointment to get a new TV antenna installed. 
.. . . .On the way down to the RV repair facility, we hada little time to spare and stopped at the dam overlook where the CliffSwallows were nesting.  I looked down another place from where I lookedyesterday, and it seemed as though they were nesting right under the ledgeat my feet.  I walked around the bend onto the highway shoulder whereI could see under the ledge, and there were no nests there.  However,the birds kept hovering at the top three or four feet of bank.  FinallyI realized that the ledge was just dirt, and that recent rains had soakeddown three or four feet.  The birds were using that moist dirt fornest material. It didn't seem nearly as wet as what Cliff Swallows usuallyuse, but I guess that's all they had.
.. . . .It took an hour and a half to get the antenna installed.(The man who did it refused to accept payment for the extra half-hour,because that's not what he had quoted.  It seems to be a one-man operation.) Then we had to go down into town for groceries, buy propane, get the holdingtank dumped, and before we knew it, it was time for lunch.  We'd shotthe entire morning. 
.. . . .Late in the afternoon I did take a walk on a hike/biketrail that goes south from the end of the campground.  When it reachesthe edge of a marsh, it turns and follows it for quite a distance. I didn't go much past the start of the marsh, but found lots of Marsh Wrenssinging.  I wonder if they're eastern or western ones.  Westernshave bigger repertoires than easterns, but all have pretty large ones.

. . . . .This morning we finally did the drive to the west end of the lake that was so recommended for birds.  We stopped a couple of places on the north shore.  One place there were 100-200 White Pelicans loafing on the mudflat where a creek enters the lake.  I could see no sign that they were nesting there.  The only shorebirds with them were a handful of American Avocets.
. . . . .We continued on to the end of the lake.  I wan