Today while walking along the San Pedro River searching in vain for the Green Kingfisher, I ran into John Broz, his buddy Gary, and Socks the Dog. “Do I even need to ask?”, asked John, referring to my futile kingfisher search. “No”, I sheepishly answered, head down, shoulders slumped. “It’s March already, when was the last time you got something new? The clock is ticking.”, John poked, pointing out the obvious. “I know, I hear it ticking, loud and clear.” That’s when I decided to make my next move. Not much is happening here and I’m getting bored. So I’m suspending the kingfisher search and I’m busting out of town. I’m not telling you where I’m going until I get there. But it should be sweet. Very Sweet.
But not all was lost today. Past the Rte 90 bridge I heard a high, thin, “dee, dee, dee”, descending – Northern Beardless Tyrannulet (178), the first new bird in a week.
This week’s puzzler is photographic in nature. Identify this (North American) species:
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