We were dead tired tonight after a busy afternoon at the
Welcome Center, but Buster had other ideas as he had been cooped up in the RV
all afternoon. He wanted to go for his evening walk, and was so persistent,
that we finally gave up in total frustration and went for a walk. We took a short route that we often do down
to the Beaver Marsh Trail. We could hear
the song of the Common Yellow-throats that we so often enjoy on this trail, and
the Swallows were busy swooping for the last bugs of the day. All of a sudden we heard the unmistakable
grunting noise of a Virginia Rail, and then another one answered on the other
side of the trail, a third chimed in from a short distance further. Jeanette got out her iPhone and using a
birding App attempting to lure them into further conversation. Three times I was close enough to see the
grass move, but never spotted a bird.
That’s the way it is with Virginia Rails, easy to recognize by their
grunts and clicks, but usually impossible to see. We forgot all about our frustration with Buster
and embraced the magic of the evening.
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