It was getting dark when the rain started falling, and my ISO’s were rapidly approaching unacceptable levels. “Why am I here?”, I muttered to myself, when a little yellow somebody emerged from the shadows. Ahhh, THAT’S why I’m here! That White-eyed Vireo is the reason! He’s why I was here yesterday and all the times before that, enduring the wind, rain and cold, and the warm, sunny days too. For the chance to be approached in the woods by such an amazing little creature and be allowed to look on as he frolicked in the foliage, and paused briefly at every perfect perch to look me over. That’s why. Any other stupid questions? Hey, sometimes I need reminding and this is usually what happens.