This inadequate photo is as close as the camera could get to the Vermilion Flycatcher that Lex and I located where it has been for the past few weeks. Our spotting scopes gave us sharp views of all the details, though. A man tending cows laughed at the ongoing attention such a tiny bird could elicit, telling us he had made soup out of it. He was friendly, with an authentic curling Charleston accent, not haughtied-up by pride in his own sound, as many seem to be. We answered his questions and gave him a brilliant view of the bird in my Celestron C5, his first view of it. He thought he recognized me, but nothing stuck when we exchanged names.
It’s been a long time since I had a new species in South Carolina. Another new one was in the same area but on private property and not accessable today. Hopefully it will stay put until my schedule and the home-owners’ schedule coincide.