There wasn't one. There was a big palm plantation sort of thing in the back of our motel ... which required a $10 entry fee since they had dolphins swimming around in pools and I guess some tigers in cages. I passed.
This may be the first and last pic of a pigeon on this blog, a bird perched on one of the Ceasars Palace facades on the strip.

Here's the next 20% of the bird list, a great-tailed grackle atop one of their statues.

It was honestly very strange to travel without the scope or a detailed itinerary of locations to visit targeting various birds. I know Ginger found it very relaxing. Me? I'd rather have gone to the Rio Grande Valley to pick up some of the Mexican rares that are invading this winter.