I was walking along at the Celery Bog one fine fall morning, just minding my own business, when I got buzzed by a high speed Field Sparrow! And another, and another… “Not one of you brats can stop for a photo!?!” Then right on cue the last bird slammed on his air brakes and latched onto the top of a four foot tall piece of grass. It was like time slowed down as I watched the skinny brown stalk bending down, down, down. Like a tiny amusement park ride, he rode it all the way to the bottom and then it sprang back up into its original upright position!