I just came inside after walking down to close and lock the gate for the night. While down there I took a few minutes to stand and check out the deep, wide ditch that borders my road, currently filled right up. Some years we get some surprising fish species in there, and right now the Boreal Chorus Frogs are just starting to tune up, preparing for the thundering tidal wave of sound when a few million of them are singing simultaneously in another couple weeks. I stood a foot away from the water's edge, peering down into the depths, watching water beetles and hoping for a glimpse of a Stickleback or Mudminnow.
After several minutes of standing motionless, I was stupefied when a Woodcock took off...from about 4 inches from the toes of my boots. It had been there the whole time, motionless, perfectly camouflaged, but it had finally lost its nerve. Woodcock flush with a thunder of wings, and almost always fly straight up for a dozen feet before fluttering off to the side. I could feel the breeze on my face when it shot upwards, and I'm pretty sure its wing hit my hat. It passed my face so closely that I couldn't even focus on it; I would have needed reading glasses.
So cool.
C
Chet E.
, check your field guide carefully. I'm fairly certain that isn't a Tennessee; it lacks the required strong eyebrow stripe/supercilium, but it shows the very complete unbroken eye ring of something like a Nashville. Birds in the hand can be very tricky and deceptive when one is accustomed to seeing them at some distance.
I haven't had a Redstart yet this year, drinking coffee or otherwise, but I had a Yellow-rumped Warbler nursing a Guinness yesterday evening...