I usually spend all summer chasing the Eastern Wood-Pewee before he finally gives up a shot, but I got him in May this year. Why do I invest so much time in a plain old, block-headed little bird? It’s the taunting. All summer long he sits up there, out of sight, with his name calling. Pee wee! Pee WEE! PEE wee!!! Also, he’s a pretty cute little block-head.