Only a very ill person would set his alarm for 4:30 a.m. so he could drive an hour north (before work) to get a Pectoral Sandpiper.

Imagine this image:

The alarm goes off.

Ingrid: Where are you going birding?

Ethan: Weaskeag Mash

Ingrid: That’s an hour away . . . you’re crazy.

Anyway, the Marsh was alive with shore birds and after a bit of scanning I got the bulky Pectoral Sandpiper.  I also saw an American Kestrel on the drive north.