Driving along a beautiful seasonal wetland along the Carson River outside of Carson City, Nevada, my stepdad (who got me started with birding) yelled out “SNIPE!” We hung a U-turn and the Snipe was patiently waiting. We hung another U-turn and pulled up near the Snipe. It couldn’t have cared less about us. It sang and called and posed for us. What a joy! What a lifer!
Hello, Snipe! Aren’t you lovely?
We just want to admire you. You don’t mind, do you?