![]() ![]() “Yes, that was a Piper PA-46-350P Malibu Mirage…a private prop plane…going from Houston to Ruidoso at 24,000 feet. The Mississippi Kite is the smallest member of the kite family seen in North America. Hope you will find joy and inspiration from this blog. ![]() Here me, and my fellow writers would like to share the special memories and incredible sightings of the most magnificent birds we have seen on our travels with you. As I follow it, I spot another Mississippi Kite. My name is Carl and I started this blog to share my passion about birds and wildlife photography. Southwest Airlines from Austin to Denver.”Ī black chinned hummingbird zooms past us. My eyes spot swallows flitting about up high. The list shows all species on the Official State List with a Yes next to each species recorded in this county or a B for those species which breed in the county (Ie., species who coded Probable or Confirmed during the latest Breeding Bird Atlas). And now we are pleased to announce a major overhaul of. This is a preliminary list of the birds recorded in this county. “DC-9-15 (F) USA Jet Airlines heading from San Antonio to Detroit at 29,000 feet.” We watch it head north until the tree obscures our view.įlying things in the sky. For close to a decade, birders have relied on ABA Birding News for regularly updated bird reports. “A White Egret…it is flying east too,” I declare, as I follow it with my binoculars. My husband has an app on his Ipad that shows a photo of the plane, the name of the plane, and the route it is taking. The combination of a delightful group of people, absolutely great bird sightings and a beautiful location always makes for a memorable experience. Mississippi Kite Ictinia mississippiensis General status: Mississippi Kites range primarily across the southern half of the U.S., from Arizona east to South. He taps and scrolls and says, “That is a Gulf Stream 4 private jet flying from Cabo San Lucas to Austin.” We look up and see the plane heading east. “Look! A Mississippi Kite!” I point at the soaring grey bird, it’s white head helping me identify it. My husband’s eyes are glued to the news on his Ipad. I have my binoculars close by, and my eyes scan the sky above our roof. There is a bright, blue sky with fluffy, white clouds, drifting and shifting shape. The breeze is pleasant, rustling the leaves in the burr oak above us. We sit out in our backyard sipping coffee. It is a July morning, the only good time to sit outside when we are experiencing 100 and 100 plus temperatures. ![]()
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