Many thanks to all y’all for getting me to the trail to the Clark’s Grebe.
That guy was all the way across the lake, but we got it.
I set up my scope and got on a Horned Grebe, a life bird for Pam. She was
looking at it and said, “Wait. Isn’t that the Clark’s right behind it?” And
sure enough, its blurry self was back there.
We were able to make out two Red-throated Loons also. But the lighting was
bad, and the north wind picked up, so we couldn’t find any of the other
rarities.
