|Red-necked Phalarope with Forster's Terns and Laughing Gulls, Brig|
Later that evening, as I was taking out the trash, I heard Mike's voice. I couldn't place the source until I realized it was coming out of my pocket. It was not an aural hallucination. Somehow, I had managed to "butt call" him (again) and he was responding. As it happened, he was down at Brig at dusk and had seen the bird. While I was tempted to run down there the next day, I didn't think my company would enjoy the chase and with one thing another, I wasn't able to get down there until this morning.
Judging from the previous reports, I wasn't optimistic about my chances, since most people were seeing the bird later in the day. The tide seemed fairly low when I started out on the 8 mile drive, another factor working against me since I had the feeling the bird was coming in with the tide. And, naturally, on my first loop, after assiduous searching at the water control spillway where it had been seen for the last 5 days, it was "too late, the phalarope" for me.
The greenhead flies were pinging off the car but the air conditioning kept them at bay, the temperature was reaching 90 (just the way I like it), and the tide seemed to be coming in, so why not another loop? On my 2nd ride I added some birds I had missed like Gull-billed Tern, Least Sandpiper, and Least Tern (the latter a very hard bird for me to find this year), so I figured I wasn't completely wasting my time.
|Least Tern with Forster's Terns & imm Laughing Gull|