Just as I was lamenting not finding anything new, something new.
I was riding my bike along a trail that borders a blueberry farm, and glanced up to see a bird perched diagonally on a wire. I skidded to a stop, and dug in my backpack for Mr. Hesitation. I needed to get a picture. I have never seen a Common Nighthawk in Richmond. Have I ever seen a nighthawk perched?
See the white wing bar. It means, "Yes I am, I am a Common Nighthawk!"
I could have taken a hundred pictures, so little did the bird care about my presence, but Mr. Hesitation's memory card was full.