Through the last week cuckoos on High Island have done their best to avoid me and I seem to have done everything in my power (unintentionally) to avoid them. Today I broke my cuckoo duck for the spring, and finally nailed a proper view of one (having had several brief looks prior to that of Yellow-billed, and completely dipped out on or missed Black-billed so far), as I shared a quiet moment with this fine Yellow-billed Cuckoo late in the afternoon. Most of the afternoon was not especially lively to say the least, although our midday shorebird showdown resulted in a fine flock of White-rumped Sandpipers dropping in and revealing their gleaming white rumps in the process, along Bob Road on the Bolivar Peninsula.
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