Typical. I was sitting at home watching Downton Abbey this evening when Doug called. He suggested I drive to Tim's Pond... immediately. I took his hint.
But first, a quick detour to the hotel. I barged into the hallway and after yelling at a client in the shower the good news, there were two of us speeding towards Tim's Pond. You see, Doug and his group had just found a JACK SNIPE and there were still a few of us birders on the island that desperately wanted to see this tiny denizen of marshes, bogs, and tundra.
We arrived at the spot, formed a tight line walking shoulder-to-shoulder, and moved in a sweeping formation around the edge of the marsh where it had last been seen dropping in. Boom. It flushed from right in front of me. Like a bullet, it flew to the other end of the marsh but always staying rather low. As it dropped down, I managed a feeble picture showing the bold, buffy stripes down the back, strong white trailing edge of the wings, and the short bill:
If you want to see a truly amazing photo of this bird, I'd highly suggest this picture that Doug got.
So just like that, my beard of 9 days vanishes and I couldn't be more pleased.