On their last survey, they only had a flyover. We got to Virginia Lakes a day before we had to survey, so I hiked up to the top hoping to get lucky. I had visions of trying to snap a few pictures of a Rosy-Finch as it flew high overhead, praying one would be in focus. I wasn't prepared for what happened next.
As I was trying to photograph little Skippers (butterflies) I heard wings whizzing past me from behind. Upon turning around, a Gray-crowed Rosy-Finch had landed only feet away from me and was calmly foraging on the ground in the meadow. Another joined it. I sat for at least a half hour while these two birds surrounded me. It was magical.
Phew, I was getting a little worried about the Grouse.
Now I have three days off and will spend them in the Sierras cleaning up my Great Basin birds and enjoying some beautiful scenery. What will #500 be?