Got up early this morning and cleaned house and got the RV ready for traveling today. Decided around 7:30 to go sit in my blind for a couple of hours and see if the quail will come in this morning. Decided to just fill the feeders up and let the blackbirds chow down with no interference from me, rather than risk scaring the quail off by shooing the #*%#@! blackbirds away.
( As always, click on any image for a larger, sharper version. )
I lucked out and four of the quail eventually came walking in through the brush and started feeding of the scattered seed on the ground around the feeder.
My cardinal buddy from yesterday was still around, but I guess it wasn’t me he was so interested in after all, but he sure is fixating on something in the motorhome.
I wanted to get on the road to Port Aransas by 10 AM, so around 9:30, I exited the blind and began closing up shop. I hadn’t used the blind before so this was going to be my first attempt at getting it properly collapsed and in it’s traveling bag. The blind collapses to a circle of less than 2 feet in diameter and only 4” or 5 “ high, but how you get it to that stage is not all that simple, at least not the first time you try it. With the included written instructions in front of me, I wrestled with the blind for 20 minutes or more with no success. The written, very poorly illustrated ( drawings, not photos ) instructions are useless, as I had been warned, but somewhere I remembered seeing that there was a video on UTube that you could actually understand, and sure enough, there is. What did we ever do before the internet? After watching the video, twice, it took me all of about a minute to get the blind collapsed and in its carrying bag and I was on the road by 10:30.
I headed south down Route 83 to Rio Grande City and picked up FM 755 north, a surprisingly good road with no traffic or towns to go through, and it took me to Route 281 north, then east on Route 285 that took me to Route 77 north to Robstown, where I joined Route 44 east until it runs into Route 358 east that runs through Corpus Christie and takes you to Mustang Island and on up to Port Aransas.
The run was uneventful, though the 40 mph crosswinds were a little unsettling at times, especially when they were stirring up dust storms from freshly plowed fields along the way, primarily as you approached and left Robstown where some of the plowed fields stretched uninterrupted to the horizon.
Arrived at the beach around 3:30 and it didn’t take long for the dogs to realize that we had returned to one of their favorite stomping grounds. Unfortunately, the weather is not that great, socked in with fog, plus the strong southeast winds combined with the just passed full moon don’t leave a lot of beach dry for the motorhome. I will be watching the tide before setting up for the night.