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...
