It was a dark and stormy night; the kind of night that forces all but the most heroic world-class wilderness explorers to seek shelter. The rain was coming down sideways; no, it was raining buckets sideways. Yeah, that’s it; and hail the size of… buckets! Yeah, hail the size of buckets too! And tornadoes… no, no, that’s too much. I went too far with it again. Sigh, it did sprinkle a little and there were a few specks of hail. I guess I could have just said the light was extremely poor for photography at the Celery Bog that evening and I still managed one decent shot of a Northern Parula, but what’s the fun in that?