Too much birding leaves too little time for blogging!
On Monday, May 19th, I returned to Garrett Mountain with my birding partner in crime and another friend. In trees fully leafed we sought warblers, tanagers, and thrushes.
We decided to swing by the cove where the Least Bittern was known to lurk. We met a photographer who had been there since 5am waiting for the punctual bittern to arrive. The bittern was late.
As we were giving up hope and about to resume birding elsewhere we heard a cry from a newly arrived birder who noticed what none of us had seen previously. The Least Bittern was remarkably well camouflaged in the branches where he fished every morning until he wearied of birders.