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25 May

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!

Wilson's Snipe

Hello, Snipe!  Aren’t you lovely?


We just want to admire you.  You don’t mind, do you?

P1200144Thank you for your patience, you gorgeous thing.