He was really far away. Exceedingly far away. He was in the place where we sometimes see Spotted Sandpipers this time of year. He was bobbing, as they do.
Him: "He's not bobbing."
Me: "Yes he is, see there, he just bobbed."
Him: "He's not bobbing enough to be a Spotted."
Me: "Maybe he just got tired of bobbing."
Of course Hubby was right. He went back and got the scope. No surprise, it wasn't a Spotted Sandpiper.
It was a Solitary Sandpiper (Tringa solitaria).
I really like the French name for this bird: Chevalier solitaire. Lone knight! Makes him sound very suave and sophisticated. The Spanish name is Chorlito solitario. It's probably just the fact that I haven't eaten yet, but that sounds more like a breakfast sausage.
They nest in the far north of Canada and Alaska, in the abandoned nests of other birds, in trees. (Only one of the other 80+ sandpiper species does that - most nest on the ground.) They don't migrate in flocks like other sandpipers. Their favorite song is most likely "I've Gotta be Me".