Arriving at the predetermined location by 6:30 am, I quickly settled in on the edge of a marsh, sitting on a three legged stool with a camo drape over camera, tripod and self. It was delightfully cool with no "buggy-ness". The wait for the elusive Rail stretched on, but I was not bored. I had a short visit by some Whitetail Deer plodding around in the cattails across the slough.
I think the honey color of their summer coat is beautifully rich and harmonious with the summer greens. The wait for the Rail was not so bad. I had another visitor, a Green Heron. They are pretty wary and prone to sulk around in the margins of the marsh, so a close encounter is special.
There was a constant chatter from multiple Marsh Wrens. I've not photographed them before, so when one finally perched in the open, I was happy. (Yes, they have a tail; it is nearly vertical when it sings, so it is obscured by the branch.)
After three hours, I decided the search for the rare bird was over. Back at the car, I decided I could not go home without another visit to the Red-headed Woodpecker nest. I devoted a brief one-half hour, and it was rewarding. Capturing one of them in flight has become an obsession.
Reviewing the photos, I understand why I easily awoke at 4:00 am. It was a beautiful, cool morning with plenty to see, and the early hour easily justified the next part of my day, a mid-day siesta. That's an under-appreciated luxury.