Karen, Anne, John and I birded in Harms Woods this past weekend. Saw hundreds of mosquitos. Birds…not so much.
We were all able to add a red-eyed vireo to our life lists. Not so much to look at, but it did sit there patiently in a tree, singing its head off while the four of us tried to figure out what the heck it was. You’d think the red eye would be a tip-off, but none of us could see it.