I’m beginning to feel like a heavyweight fighter that’s taken too many blows to the midsection. The Tufted Flycatcher was a one day wonder on Wednesday and wasn’t seen yesterday. I arrived at Boyce Thompson yesterday morning at 6:15 AM and stayed in the heat until closing which was at 3:00 PM. There were others with me; we were all disappointed. Somehow I made it back to Denver last night even though I was one hour late for my schedule flight. My success ratio on these chase trips has been less than stellar. Success on the Garganey and Yellow-faced Grassquit, but strike outs on the Yellow Grosbeak, Red-footed Booby, Green Violtear and now Tufted Flycatcher.
One positive development from yesterday is that I’ve learned of a helpful ally in my quest. Her name is Susan from the North American Rare Bird Alert. This morning I was in my car on the way to the airport to possibly chase this Little Stint that was in Crescent City, CA all day yesterday. Ten miles from the airport, Susan called to inform me that the bird was a no show this morning. Bad news but better to find out now than in Medford, Oregon.
I will decide later today what my next trip will be. Stay tuned.