Great Crested Flycatcher

So it’s my 60th birthday and Ingrid said she’d go birding with me to celebrate . . . but first she wanted to running. So I birded from the deck.

Then Ingrid had to stop for groceries . . . so I continued to bird from the deck.

When she got home she had to shower and put laundry in the washer . . . exasperated I continued to bird from the deck.

Suddenly the doorbell rang . . . Ingrid asked me if I’d see who it is . . . and it was my son who had flown home from California for the day. A few minutes later my step-daughter arrived from Vermont.

What a wonderful surprise . . . and the Great Crested Flycatcher I saw from the deck was nice too.

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