Warblers, especially Ovenbirds, were singing all over the place, but I was only interested in one species and as I walked down Mud Dam Road, to the spot where Hooded Warbler has been historically located (and probably nests) I ran into a friend. "Any Hoodeds?" I joked. "Yes, I just saw one," he replied. He's a photographer and was annoyed that the bird flew before he could get a picture. My job is easier. I just have to see or hear it. Hooded Warbler has a pretty distinct song, so while we stood around, hoping one would appear, we eventually did hear one sing what I would transcribe as "Weety weety weet tee o." Luck is the residue of design.