Because after two hours of hanging around, he never showed himself. Nice birding location, though — lots of breeding activity for being so late in the season, and nothing around but open fields and rows of windmills stretched across the horizon.
A Black-billed Cuckoo was a nice find — I haven’t seen one in a few years, and this one was obliging enough to remain out in the open (mostly).
A few sketches of the locals — Chipping Sparrow and American Robin.
On the drive back to the cottage, I happened across an Upland Sandpiper perched on the hydro wires just south of Hepworth (another species I haven’t encountered in some time). I find these birds hilarious — nervous pin-heads with a call like the Dilophosaurus in Jurassic Park.
