The sweat was dripping down my brow. It was also dripping down my neck, my armpits and pretty much every other part of my body you could imagine. It was 105 Deg F in the shade. How in the world do people down here survive this? I’ve just spent nineteen days in Alaska. Normally, I wouldn’t be a thousand miles from here in June. But here I was talking with six other people in the direct sun AFTER we had seen the kites. Will they ever finish chatting? Will I faint or die of heatstroke before I escape to an air conditioned car?
These were the important questions floating thru my sunbaked mind after successfully watching an adult male Hook-billed Kite and a chick on the nest on private property in Hildago Co. Mary Gustafson had delivered once again. Big time! By the way, how does she manage to make it through these summers, she’s an Ohio girl?
Tomorrow I visit Sabal Palm Sanctuary in Brownsville with hopes of Masked Duck, Yellow-green Vireo and temperatures below triple digit. Stay tuned.