There is a strange phenomenon happening at the bog this season; birds that have been scared to death of me in the past are now coming right up and plopping down for photos! Towhees and orioles, herons of all different shapes and sizes, and now the Common Yellowthroat. They’ve been following me all over the bog for the past two weeks and it’s kind of annoying. Just kidding, it’s awesome. It’s as if the bog birds formed a committee and held a vote on whether to accept me into their fraternal order of feathers. I think I got in, but don’t I get a goofy hat or something?