When I arrive the combines are at the far end of the field but getting closer. We watch and they seem to be playing chicken right in front of us. The two combines work the front row by the road, getting closer and closer. Suddenly one bird after the other flushed, One Sora, two, Sora, three Sora, finally ten Soras total few by us and across the road, but no Yellow Rail.
The combines worked their way back to the far corner of the field and stopped for the day. I decided to return early in the morning for another shot.
|Sharp Rd by Nelson's Farm|
|Nelson's Farm rice field|
|Combine stalking Yellow Rails|
|The Tribe waits, taking the high ground|
At about 10:45 a truck returns to the field. A couple of guys work around the combine. I ask, am I hearing a plane? No its the red combine running. Then there is exhaust smoke and the green combine is running. A few more minutes and the combines enter the field. We're in business! We reach out to The Tribe members who have left to return and train optics on the combines
|Yellow Rail in flight by Nina Rach|
Yellow Rail had me sweating. Of all of the tough birds in Texas this is one you would expect I would get. To think David Sarkozi reduced to chasing rice combines to get a Yellow Rail!