Our 2006 Big Day has dawned. Whip-poor-will at 5 am, heard by Julie. My first bird was a Carolina wren, teakettling outside the bedroom window.
Buddy Steve has just arrived at 8:15 and we're at 51 species. The first 50 are a lock. It's the second 50 that one has to work hard to get.
Here's the only digiscoped bird so far, and a look at the leaden skies. It's cold this morning so not a lot of singing migrants to enjoy. But the nesting birds are undeterred. More soonest.