My 55-m.p.h. Birding Career Reaches a High Water Mark

Whipping down the road to Laguna Atascosa National Wildlife Refuge, we knew we were in prime Aplomado Falcon habitat. Sam drove, and I kept my eyes on telephone wires, fenceposts, and the spiky palm tops scattered through the dry grassy fields.
Harris’s Hawk. Black Vulture. Kestrel. Then I was yelling:
“Right there Right there RightTHERERIGHTTHERE!!!” and Sam [...]