The saga of the Vermilion Flycatchers continues-----the limb under the trysting tree has been empty for two days now, no sign of either of the two love birds. Did Mr. Vermilion, or “Verm” (rhymes with worm) as I like to call him, just show up on Valentine’s Day like a thief in the night and steal the faithful female? Did she go against her will, or willingly? What kind of promises did he make, how rosy a picture did he paint? The most positive scenario that I can come up with is that Las Vegas is not that far away, hopefully they will return in a day or two.