The reward is glory. This I will not deny. But the price? It is a steep one.
Yes, you can go to High Island in late April and see more birds than you know what to do with. Warblers, vireos, tanagers, thrushes. And that's not to mention the close proximity to the Anahuac, Rollover Pass, and Bolivar. Terns, shorebirds, bitterns. It's fucking sick. For real. But nothing can ever be that easy. In order to see these birds, you must navigate a sea of khaki and geri. You must hear ridiculous things said, such as, "Alright! That's a lifer! What was it called again?" You must often let the path of least resistance guide your ventures, as time and time again you will be confronted with a convergence of over eager nerds trying to get on a bird. But, and this is an important but, you must persevere.
|You must persevere for Kentucky Warbler.|
|And yes, you must persevere for Blackburnian.|
|Obviously, you must persevere for Blue-winged Warbler.|
|You must persevere, even as some of the best spots are blown up with nerds, and the birds are fleeing the overwhelming scent of Bengay.|
|This Wood Thrush knows about perseverance.|
|As does the blinding Scarlet Tanager.|
|This Summer Tanager is surviving the spectacle; surely you can as well.|