For the second day in a row, there was a lesser yellowlegs foraging in the duckweed at the upper end of the marsh this morning, presumably the same bird. If I got too close, it would fly up, emitting its high-pitched tiw, tiw, tiw cry, and land farther along. These birds return from their breeding grounds farther north about this time of the year, spend a short while here, then continue south on their migration journey.
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