"Chik-a-purrrreeer-chik" sang the bird in my oak tree this morning. No doubt about his identity! The White-eyed Vireo was back in town and announcing his presence, while hidden among the green leaves. Soon, I heard an answering call from a neighbor's yard, so it wasn't just my vireo who had arrived. Evidently, he had brought his gang with him.
This afternoon, while driving south on S.H. 249 in Tomball, I looked up to see another familiar shape. The bird on the utility wire had a very long tail. No doubt about his identity either - the Scissor-tailed Flycatcher is here.
Vireos and Scissor-tails - it really must be spring!