A Walk in the Woods, Grand Isle

We hadn’t yet taken a walk in the woods. The Nature Conservancy wisely purchased an area of Grand Isle.

Saving it from development it remains as a place for the birds and flowers and it always draws the birds tired from their migration across the gulf.

With the incessant rains and flooding here we didn’t know what to expect but the rain had stopped and so we walked through the forest pausing to enjoy the flowers and birds. I wish I knew the flowers here better, (C could you and other readers help me?).

White oleander, and white and red honeysuckles are just three of the flowers we enjoyed but there were also reds,(turks cap), and purples,(wood sorrell), and yellows all attracting the bees and the birds.

It was really a quiet time for the birds and so we strolled but only saw a few little grey birds, including the ever present catbird.

At the end of the the path a local birder had put out some bird seed and there we enjoyed the beauty of an indigo bunting.

It perched and showed its front before turning to display its back before it flew off and disappeared into the forest.

A few steps more and there a red breasted grosbeak fed on mulberries. It flitted from spot to spot and I couldn’t get a good clear shot until it flew away and posed on a small young tree. We never did spot any scarlet tanagers but that’s okay you take what you can get.

A house had set out four hummingbird feeds and as many as eight hummers were fighting and feeding for the man made nectar. The most I could get in one shot were three, all posed in a face off as if to decide which one was the dominant bird

Driving to another spot we parked and then strolled along a dirt road. It was another forested area protected by the Nature Conservancy. A white ibis perched in a tree and a roseate spoonbill flew overhead, as if to cap the day’s activities.

It was a fitting end to our stay hereand we were to leave the next day, but a strong and violent storm arrived and forced us to stay until it was safe to leave, (the winds blew a train off the Huey Long Bridge which is not very far away).
We are now in Livingston, Texas at the Escapee Park where we will celebrate Renita’s birthday, catch up on the laundry, and get our mail before running through tornado alley and on to Rapid City.

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