Birders often liken the call of the Acadian flycatcher to the word “pizza,” with the accent on the second syllable: “pi-ZZAAH.” To me, though, it sounds like it’s saying “cliché,” followed by a pause of about fifteen seconds, and then “cliché” again. The intermittent verdicts of an editor making his way slowly through a draft.
This is a mock strawberry, but I thought it was a real one, so I tasted it. Only a little, because the bumps looked weird. It was . . . insipid. Happily, according to the internet, it’s nontoxic.
I heard this flycatcher, and spent most of my allotment of birding time this morning waiting for it to perch somewhere relatively visible. By the time it did, I was accompanied by Terry, Charles T., Jeremy N., and Enrico, who were able to identify it as an Acadian by its song.
Went home and put in the air conditioners.