It was smaller than a quail and shy, despite a ferocious hunger for the worms in the soft black muck. Half my photos were useless--I was shaking from excitement and the effort to hold still and not frighten the tiny bird.
Before common sense kicked me in the head (purely to save me), I thought the title might be, ‘Snipingly, the Sniper Sniped the Snipes Guttersniping”












