I could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I’ve seen the oven bird (Seiurus aurocapillus) in over fifty-five years of casual bird watching. I can hear them announcing the approaching sunset almost every evening, but this wood warbler is bashful when it comes to public performances. I was just walking behind the house when I heard and saw this one in a black locust tree in front of me. It quickly jumped behind some leaves. I stopped in my tracks and set up the tripod. The bird kept on singing, and, after 5-10 minutes, popped out to see where I was. One shot and it was gone. Hope it doesn’t take another fifty years to get a second photograph:biggrin:.