The green kingfisher is the smallest kingfisher we have in North America. He has a green back and a very dark green head and if you ask me, is really cute. Chuck and I have been searching for him ever since we got to Texas in all the places he is supposed to be. We "dipped" on a similar kingfisher last spring in England. We had heard that you can see him along the Rio Grande River. Since we're been here we have checked boat ramps and regulations for canoeing on the Rio Grande. We found out that the basic regulation is "STAY AWAY FROM THE OTHER SIDE AND DON'T EVEN CONSIDER GETTING CLOSE". In reality there are hardly any boat ramps or access for the public. We did find one in Anzaldusa County Park, a shabby but bird friendly spot, and today put the boat in and went up river about 2-3 miles. The US Border patrol boat passed us several times in the two hours we were out, but didn't approach us closely. The River was high and the current stronger than usual since water was being released from the reservoirs of both countries to irrigate farmland. After seaching all the reeds and low hanging branches on the US side for about an hour (you must realize that for us to count it, we have to see the bird in North America) 2 birds, a male and a female flew out ahead of us. They are very different than the belted kingfishers that we are used to. The belted are quite noisy when they fly, sit out visibly on branches over the water, and make frequent passes over the water fishing. The green sit behind reeds and leaves very low over the water, were not singing or calling, and just shoot out quickly to another perch. Once you see where they land you can find them, and we were able to approach by canoe for better looks. It seems very appropriate that we found the green kingfisher on St. Patrick's Day. After passing through farmland, we reached and turned our boat around at a popular bar and grill called Pepe's that was in full swing with a crowd and live band at 11:00 a.m. A gentleman with a bald crown and bright green hair lines above his ears leaned over the porch rail and waved to us. Anne snapped a photo of this colorful spot. This afternoon we are cooling off and doing chores. The library provides internet access and the post office should have our mail. Chuck needs to adjust something on the motorhome and lower the awning. We'll probably end the day with a couple of brews to celebrate the Irish hero. Tomorrow will be another birding day.