A place to record my life list along with the setting, what went through my mind in making the identification, and plenty of self-deprecating confessions on wishful thinking.
(With special thanks to Mrs. Bundy and Alfred Hitchcock)
There were lots and lots of them; you could hear their singing everywhere. It took a while to actually see one because they were mostly in the prairie grass, but I finally saw one fly up to a tree to sing.
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