Went to great lengths to pursue a CT rarity that's been reported recently - Lazuli Bunting (Story time, kids). So, just to put the situation in perspective, I'm an 18-year-old birder without a car. This... is a problem. My dad dropped me off around 6AM at the local train station on his way to work, I had to take the express to the end of the line one way and then backtrack about halfway. So I get to my station around 740AM. Of course, without a car, the only way to get to the State Park I was aiming for (2 miles away) was by bike. So I bike there, knowing that the last train before the evening train leaves at 930AM. This gives me little time to find my desired bird. So I get to the State Park, bike maybe another 2 miles in (not without catching an expected yearbird and a surprise one:
50. American Tree Sparrow
51. Northern Harrier
) when I feel like I'm going to the wrong place. I call up my bro at home, who reads the directions off my e-mail. I'd gone about an extra mile out, and time was fading fast (time: 834AM). I finally get to the right spot around 842AM, walk around the area until 856AM, realizing I absolutely HAVE to leave at this point, with or without the bird. I book the four miles to the station, get there at 925AM, 5 minutes before the train, sit down and take a breath. Then suddenly, a hawk flies into a tree across the tracks. I get my bins on it, but it's too far off and not giving me a good view. "Is that a Red-tail?" one man asked me, and I hesitated before saying I didn't think so. It was smallish, had breast-streaks, but not belly-bands... if it were smaller I would have said Merlin, but felt like it was... maybe... a Broad-winged *gasp*. A voice over the loudspeaker announced the imminent arrival of the train, and just then, the hawk flew - it's path clearly going to be right in my sights... when SUDDENLY the train goes whizzing by, blocking all view of the bird. I was mmmmad. So I get on the train, make problems with my bike, and somehow made it back home. The funny thing is, I'm actually more mad about the unidentified hawk than I am about the missed bunting! Go figure.
EDIT: Oh yeah, and it was f****** COLD.