Easter Weekend provided a chance to head a bit farther down the road than usual, so we took advantage. Leaving Houston at 4:30 a.m. Friday, Dave Dolan, Blake and Holly Wright, and I headed through San Antonio , making a quick stop at Cagnon Road to listen to the dawn chorus. There are a lot more houses out there than there used to be! Castroville Regional Park was our next stop, and we started picking up western species that one does not see in Houston . Ash-throated Flycatcher, Couchâs Kingbird, and others met our ears and eyes during the 30-minute visit. From there, we headed through Uvalde to chase the Phainopepla that has been observed by Tripp Davenport. His excellent directions allowed us to easily find his place, and we staked out the entrance to the ranch property for 45 minutes. The handsome, male silky-flycatcher eluded us during our time there, but there were enough other birds to keep our interest. Cookâs Slough was next. Oddly, there wasnât a whole lot there, but we did tick Marsh Wren, Common Yellowthroat, and Lincoln âs Sparrow. I can see why birders like this oasis. From there, we had lunch in town, then we headed to Uvalde County Road 202, which I first learned about years ago in June Osborneâs A Birderâs Guide to the Concan Area. June was a delightful and wonderfully helpful lady, so our visit was kind of a nod to her. Black-tailed Gnatcatcher, Bell âs Vireo, Ash-throated Flycatcher, and other scrub country birds serenaded us along the route. At the Nueces River , we found one patch of wet mud, and it seems that the birds had found it, too. Rough-winged Swallow, Clay-colored Sparrow, cardinal, and a few other species spent time on the wet mud and on the branches above. The area was otherwise pretty birdless, so this was a nice find. Park Chalk Bluff was next. This spot was new for me, and I enjoyed our time there. Yellow-throated Warblers sang and fed above us in the Pecan Bottom. We found a Vermilion Flycatcher nest and enjoyed scope views of the female coming in with nesting material, then easing down to arrange the crèche. Along the river, Canyon Wren called repeatedly, and we found a Bewickâs Wren nesting cavity, which allowed nice photo ops for Dave and Blake (from a respectful distance, of course). Evening found us up Uvalde County Road 400, where we dipped on our two targets: Elf Owl and Common Poorwill. You canât fault us for failing to try! Saturday morning had us heading west toward the Pecos . We first visited Kickapoo Cavern State Park , where Black-capped Vireo, Gray Vireo (heard only â possibly two), Bronzed Cowbird, Bell âs Vireo, Black-throated Sparrow, and Painted Bunting (one male, seen only by me) gave away their presence. We knew that we were early for many species, but you go when you can. This was Blake and Hollyâs first visit to Kickapoo Cavern, and Iâm sure it wonât be their last. Heading west from Brackettville (NCAA basketball tournament jokes were rife during our time in that hamlet), we soon reached Del Rio . The Amistad National Recreation Area provided a few good birds â Sayâs Phoebe and another Vermilion nest. Next, we reached our prime destination â Seminole Canyon State Park . White-throated Swift was our main target, and we immediately found several swifts zooming around above the Visitorâs Center. Lucky we were, as we didnât see any more swifts during our several hour-long visit. Birding the campground brought us close looks at Cactus Wren and several more Black-tailed Gnatcatchers. The temperature had risen by then, and we took proper precautions for the sun and heat as we hit the Canyon Ridge Trail (or some similar name â the trailhead is opposite the campground. At the first trail junction, where you can head left to look into the canyon proper, we hit the mother lode! A Sage Thrasher sat up briefly, allowing Blake and Dave to get passable, but distant, photos. Considering the very low numbers of Sage Thrasher reports this winter, this normally findable bird was a real prize. We spent a little time along the canyon edge, hearing Rock Wren and seeing and hearing several more Clay-colored Sparrows. Though it was a bit warm (94 degrees), there was a slight breeze, and we sat and listened to the mockingbirds sing for a short while before heading back to the rig. At the same intersection where the Sage Thrasher had been, weâd gotten distant looks at a small number of Lark Buntings. On our way back through, we got much closer to these molting birds, particularly one male who was mostly black. He sat in the shade of a spindly mesquite, and photos were taken. These three or four birds are often found in flocks of hundreds in spring migration, but these were the only individuals we encountered during the trip. Their numbers have been low this winter, as well, it seems, so we were lucky to have seen them. Our westernmost stop on the trip was the Pecos River access just west of Seminole Canyon . We had an Osprey, some cormorants, and some grackles, but not much else. Nonetheless, it was nice to get to the border of True West Texas, the Pecos . Judge Roy Beanâs haunt, Langtry, was not too many miles across the river. Easter morning came early, and our six a.m. departure from the hotel allowed us to drive for a while in darkness. This allowed us one more opportunity to find one of our target birds, Common Poorwill. I turned south onto Standard Lane , a wide caliche road which I hoped would offer up a poorwill. Nada. I turned the car around, got out, and played a bit of tape. Sure enough, there was a response from a single bird north of our parking place. Bonus! It was a first for Blake and Holly, though Iâm not sure what they do with heard-only birds. I know very few birders who see a poorwill before hearing one, and the Wrights joined that group Easter morning. Our eastward trek met the rising sun just west of Uvalde, and we were treated to a perched Harrisâs Hawk (weâd had one on TX 55 coming back from Park Chalk Bluff the previous day, and I was reexamining my understanding of their distribution in that part of the state), then a monster Western Diamondback rattlesnake which unfortunately had met its end while crossing the road. It was a bigun. North of Uvalde, we stopped again at Tripp Davenportâs place and were rewarded with great looks at the male Phainopepla after about 20 minutes. It landed right above Blake and started vocalizing. Nice! Our luck continued as we tracked down the Tropical Parula at Nealâs Lodges. This has been Ground Zero for TRPAs over the last two years, and the single singing bird we had was right by the bathrooms along the riverbank. A stonker, to be sure. Yellow-throated Warblers sang, the river mumbled, and all was right with the world. Dallas and Brad Hart have done a great job at Nealâs, increasing the birder-friendly access with signage, well-maintained feeding stations, and continuation of the bird sightings log in the office. Our brief stop at the Cattle Guard feeding station brought Lincoln âs Sparrow, Lesser Goldfinch, Nashville Warbler, Orange-crowned Warbler, and a calling Inca Dove. Well done. When you visit, ask about locations for Golden-cheeked Warbler and Black-capped Vireo. Be sure to get proper information about access to the area across the Frio , which does not belong to Nealâs. I did hear one Golden-cheeked on Nealâs property, but Iâll allow the management at Nealâs to divulge that location. Dallas Hart is opening a new location with birding access, the Leakey Inn, so look for that, too. Every Texas birder should visit Nealâs at some point. Itâs worth the effort to get there. Next, to Lost Maples. Blake and Holly had never been there, so we took the trail to the ponds. I donât believe that we were out of earshot of Golden-cheeks during our entire stay at this great State Natural Area. Additionally, we had visible and singing Louisiana Waterthrushes, Nashvilles, Blacks and White, Canyon Wren, Ash-throated Flycatcher, Northern Parula , and other great birds. Again, we were a bit early for some species, but what we got to see was worth the visit. It was a beautiful Sunday, and the refreshing walk quickened our pulses, stretched our legs, and broadened our smiles. It was a great way to end our three-day weekend. The 300 miles home took some extra time due to backups on I-10, but we had our memories and anecdotes to buoy our spirits, and soon enough, we were home. If youâd like any information about species seen, locations, etc., feel free to contact me off-list. 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