None of us at Ft Smallwood had seen the Redpoll, nor any Junco flock, by
9 this AM, when it bagan to rain.
I then stopped at Wild Lake in Columbia at ~ 10:30. There, at the dam
end, near 28 Hooded Mergs, stood the grebe. At first it was spinning
about continuously like a phalarope. Coincidentally, Leslie Starr
arrived at the same time, with a new scope which even in the dim light
afforded superb views of such marks as the yellow basal half of the
bill and a hint of red to the neck.
Fred Fallon
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