Air travel has the desired yet disorienting power to suddenly drop you into another world. It feels a bit surreal to find myself in Lake Charles, Louisiana this morning. I arrived last night in Houston and drove a couple hours east. This morning I head south towards the coast--the Gulf Coast, that is--to Lacassine National Wildlife Refuge to see what I can see in this area before heading further east. I'm hoping to find shorebirds that will be new to me. On the drive last night I saw Grackle-like birds that I can't quite place, but they seemed common. I expect to see them again--and I expect to be in Mississippi or even Alabama tonight.