Call Me Ishmael

In the first place, I did not know that cormorants hunt in packs.

At Brays Bayou in Houston, TX this morning I witnessed a flock of maybe 40 in an absolute feeding frenzy, working their way downstream in a tight grouping and spreading terror, no doubt, throughout the fish community below. I captured some surface turmoil at one point and later discovered this huge fish had burst into the air to the amazement of everyone, including the cormorants.

Anyway, I had no idea there were fish this big in the local bayous. What do I know? Next to nothing, apparently.

Cliff Swallow

The bridge spanning White Oak Bayou is a busy nesting site for Barn Swallows, Cave Swallows and Cliff Swallows. This is a couple of juvenile Cliffs waiting for mom to return with some more take-out.


A juvenile Grackle begging its mom for a meal, from a photo I took in Galveston years ago. Young birds tend to grow very quickly to adult size but may continue to behave like infants, following mom around squawking for food, or demanding that properly conducted and verified elections be overturned.